
Time to heal,
The scars are worn.
The pain was real,
My mind is torn.
People see me, judge me, hurt me.
Then they simply walk away.
They stain my mind, guessing blindly.
Their words and actions lead me astray.
Compulsively straining to understand,
I feel like a foreigner in a strange land.
Confused and lost, can’t speak their tounge.
My body is older, my mind feels young.
That was then and this is now.
I will heal, this I avow.
People see me, judge me, hurt me.
Then they simply walk away.
They stain my mind, guessing blindly.
I experience this then the thoughts with ptsd become intrusive thoughts
Like out of a Gatling gun
I suffered when I got drawn in to this dissociative thinking pattern
Life is not easy, we must be vigilant
Great post
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Thank you so much.
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