dear post traumatic stress disorder
you really are my worst supporter
so good at making me feel ashamed
you tell me i should have been the one who got blamed
daily flashbacks of the trauma
daily flashbacks of the torture
and even though i have aged
you make sure the memories remain
thank you for changing my perspective of how i see the world with my eyes
thank you for always reminding me of how one day changed my whole life
you printed the stains on me forever
why do you not want me to just get better?
because of you no amount of therapy sessions will ever give me enough strength to scrub myself clean
to erase all of the traces, trauma and flashbacks of what happened to me as a teen
dear ptsd
why do you love me?
brownkiesha 