Mud on the Soul

Trauma is mud
By death, our soul is covered
Throughout our lives, it is thrown at our soul
We are covered in mud

You may try to get it off
But washing it will not work 
As it takes minutes for mud to harden
But years to chisel it off

Mud sticks till our death
For you cannot clean it on your own
And if you don't let someone help you
The mud will stick, suffocating you to death