P T S D -My Enemy

Each and every day

I have people judging me

But they don't understand

Why I have P.T.S.D

 

I have sudden bursts of anger

But I’ll do you no harm

It suddenly envelops me

I don't mean to cause alarm

 

When I suffer flashbacks

They seem all too real

Past events come back to haunt me

Though my fears I will conceal

 

I suffer sleep disturbance

So I’m tired all the time

I fall asleep mid-conversation

I'm worn-out, is it a crime?

 

Sometimes I feel like I’m in a film

And I’m not really here

I feel like I am a puppet

My P.T.S.D the puppeteer

 

I startle very easily

So make sure I know you're there

If you evade my line of vision

Make sure I am aware

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have intrusive images

Of events from my past

They dominate my memory

I have to rest till they have passed

 

I have problems concentrating

When watching the TV

When you come to see me

I give you the third degree

 

Asking you what happened

On my favourite TV show

You say that you don't watch it

So I never get to know

 

I suffer from survivor guilt

Questioning life after death

I blame myself for not being there

When you were breathing your last breath

 

My nightmares are so real

I only hope you knew

The day you passed away

My heart it broke in two

 

Writing down these words

Has been cathartic beyond belief

My P.T.S.D was triggered

By the onset of my grief