I wrote this poem today when I was angry its to my t. I was mad at her for not hearing me. The flashbacks I'm having are very intense and sometimes I feel like she doesn't get how hard it is to sit with a flashback. I know the people here do, its terrifying.
You told me that you cared that felt good but also weird
I’m afraid to let you in but if I don’t this might win
With all the horror that I see it’s not that easy being me
We’ll talk later well I’m in it today I can’t take much more I want it to go away
I can’t turn it off it’s not a switch am I angry or sad I’m not sure which
It’s not that easy to put it back in a box when I feel out of control and lost
I want to cry but it doesn't come out I don’t know why or what that’s about
We’ll get to it is what you said but in the mean time I wish I was d**d
I don’t think it’s possible to heal and today that’s how I feel
The flashbacks give me doubt did I really make it out
Anger
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