My head feels like it’s going to explode.
My heart is pounding.
The memories keep coming.

Trauma is consuming me.
Every thought.
Every unbearable moment.
Every second of every day.

No matter how hard I try, trauma finds me.
Out of all my demons, trauma has to be the cruelest one of them all.
With time, this demon only grows stronger.
This demon haunts me, every waking moment of my existence, with tormenting memories.

I tell the demon “I’m tired.”
The demon smiles back at me.
My eyes fill with tears and I land on one knee.

I look up at the demon and ask “Why?..”
The demon looks away and calls for “Pain”.
Terrified, I look in the direction he calls his friend.
My lip trembles and I look back and forth at the darkness and Trauma.

My mind races with memories.
Images of agonizing moments flash back and forth within seconds of each other.
Meanwhile the current me is overwhelmed and fallen into despair.

A red glow emerges from the darkness.
Pain looks at me, eyes hollow.
His arms stretched out to meet mine.
He calls to me and now one image is left in my head.

My blood paints the floor like a blush to a canvas.
His nails like blades are now covered in blood.
I’m light headed.
I look around once more and he calls to me.

Like an old friend he offers his hand.
I look back at trauma and he again smiles at me.
I’ve given into temptation due to Trauma.
It’s all a blur now.

My mind is still.
My heart slowly beats, matching with the demon that beacons me.
I take his hand and he gently pulls me in.
The coldness of his touch is comforting.
This familiar feeling, almost like home.

I start to drift off, my heart slowly coming to a stop.
All that's left is trauma and pain singing me to sleep.
In perfect harmony they sing.
I slowly count off..

1
2
3
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