Take the edge off
maybe someday I won’t hurt so much
maybe one day I won’t lose the game
one attempt after another
just to end it all
pop a pill
cut a vein
but in the end
somehow I wake up in the morning
swelling thoughts and smiles
doubt remains but the questions stays
“Why?”
maybe it’s meant to be
maybe I’m written in the stars along with the undying painted crowd
somewhere with Hercules or Joan of Arc
maybe that’s why I ask so many questions
maybe that's why I’ve just lost my way
I wish my confidence would stay
PTSD can’t seem to stay away
my flashbacks come and go
a black crow
my heart broken in two
maybe it’s not too broken to sew.
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Author:
Aals (
Offline) - Published: October 19th, 2017 08:32
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A good and refreshingly honest write! I did one on PTSD and its so hard to have that. Your poem was great! But your heart will be fine, I just know it!
Haha thank you so much. Glad you liked it !
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