Haunted by demons
who come from the past,
engulfed by memories
that swallow your soul.
Living in torment,
dreaming of Hell,
brought on by situations
out of control.
Spiraling downward,
grasping at straws,
praying to God
to make this shit stop.
For those of us
who suffer from PTSD,
life is a battle
we fight everyday,
trying our damnedest
to make sense of it all.
We were traumatized in ways
we are unable to share,
but when we do,
the dark clouds of fear,
hate, anger and guilt,
rush back with a vengeance
that has a life of its own.
We try and live our lives
the best way we can,
but most people think
we are crazy
or don't understand
this Hell that dwells in us
that causes such pain.
We get angry, violent or sad,
so the world sees us
in negative light,
when all we are doing is
fighting the demons
that started this shit.
Cut off from a society
that can't see
through our eyes,
isolating ourselves
inside tortured minds,
feeling desperately lonely,
seeking and clinging
to those small moments
of thoughtful insight
that come from
our journey of
questions and answers,
wondering if we
will ever be free
from this Hell that lives within.
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