ptsd

 

@daxinspiration 

Walking home on a Sunday, my face to the ground

All the memories of an untold tale, piercing through my heart

PTSD is wrestling my fortitude , haunting all the surveys

I'm not perfect (I know), but at least am strong

Why would he do that to me, thought he was devoted

Tainted my self esteem, it's level now the size of an ant

I'm not perfect (I know), but at least I know when to stop

why'd they do this to me...

why'd they bring me on my knees

Now I have no plea, for a reason simple enough to be avoided; pleasure that stings like a bee..

because they knew...

                                    they all knew....

@ amimoh