Just like a precious gold
It's a secret thing in my heart
Every morning it haunts
Reminds me that I hurt

Daily in smiles
Dark days I am in tears
Hits deep with the memories
It feels like a dangerous poison

Sensitive in everyway
How you do and the way you do
How you say and what you say
Kind since nobody is kind to me
Loving since I'm not in love with self

My precious trauma
From childhood to adulthood
It says I should never say its story
Otherwise,it will add up till I end,
I mean,the society is also judgemental

I fit in every sin
Repenting i hope God has seen
Baptism,since my new life has to begin
Still in that fake and wrong thing again
I need to heal for my own gain

I need help, but from who?
Last time I was helped,I had to pay
Trust issues grow old with my trauma
This isn't how I wanted to live
I am dead,my trauma is living