People i see every day when I manage to leave my hidyhole, my sanctuary I should say. I see no colours only grey as I rush head down in a blurry haze. I dare not tell you the reason I'm this way, but I will have some vengeance soon the bastards will pay. Trust in people and this world they slowly ground away, never to return to me not forever and a day. Behind bars they may all now be but I known one day they will all be free, and their I'll be silently waiting for thee and they will be old and VULNERABLE just like ME, but the one big difference between me and thee is that I was YOUNG AND VULNERABLE AND THAT'S FUCKING SICK YOU SEE .
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N j stafford aka lonely poet aka bombhead82 (Pseudonym) (
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I suffer from PTSD due to childhood trauma. This shit fucking hits home. I feel it, gives me chills. I'm fucked up but strong, everyday is a struggle... But I'm me! Good write man.
Thank u very much this has ruined my life I'm glad u can relate I'm very low rite now thanx
Chin up buttercup! I know exactly how you feel. I\'ve been in a manic depressive episode for 2 weeks now. I have Bi polar disorder, my highs and lows are crazy. Let me know if you need to talk!
I relate to this poem oh so well, its amazing to see how someone can write out these unfortunate events so beautifully; yet so heart breaking.
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