She's fearful of intimacy, afraid of being alone.
yearns for numbness, for emotions to be gone.
the higher she climbs, the deeper she falls,
unable to drown her demons, they constantly enthrall.
She's on the verger of drowning, demons revilieving nearby.
silent pleas for help, no sounds escapes, she cant deny.
Within the fading demons, ghastly figures form.
those who took her innocent, inflicted pain and storm.
surprisingly it may seem, humans turned into demons, and haunted her in her dreams.
it's called PTSD.
you relive the events that Traumatized you and made you scared
The events that made you realize life ain't fair
and made you feel like no-one cared.
when alone and no-one else is there,
tell me.
how does that make you feel?
can you survive the darkness without being scared of the coldness there ?
can you face your most tramauzing moments without shedding any tears?
or are you like me, and you feel comfortable and safe there.
© CiaraWard