P.T.S.D.
The signals from my brain
Are flooding my nerves
It’s like a feeling of sickness
A heaviness in your chest
A sudden movement or sound
Makes my body tense
When I realize it’s not a threat
I get angry for the unnecessary false alarm
Always in combat mode
Waiting for the storm to come
Why is this lady so loud?
Why did this guy walk so close to me?
Why Why Why
I’m so tired
I can’t take chances
So I have to live in absolutes
Everything is Black and White
Friend or Foe
I’m sorry I have to hate you
but I can’t take the chance of being fooled
I don’t want to care again
I don’t want to feel again
I don’t know how. G.McCarthy
Wow this is good!
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