THE TRAGEDY OF TRAUMA

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The Tragedy of Trauma

It’s really a terrible thing
to think about the travesties
that hurt our souls time and time again.

Twisted lies intertwined
with terrific obscenities.
Tortuous thoughts
thundering inside our heads -
causing our brains to bleed.

Basic hygiene hijacked
by survival mode instead -
compassionate care and kindness
becomes all but dead.

Red alert - All the time  
ringing in our head,
how could we possibly pay attention
to anything else instead?

Throbbing pressure pushing down.
Killer migraines embed.
Hallucinations replace our dreams -
waves of sanity thread.

If our body was on fire,
wouldn’t we run,
or would we take the time
to look around
and try to have some fun?

Wouldn’t we become delirious
and begin to bounce off the floor,
instead of doing as we should
and run straight out the door.

If we were shot and our killer was still chasing us,
would we stop to care for our wound,
or continue to run,
overwhelmed and totally consumed?

The answer seems so obvious
when our body is under attack.
But no one seems to understand
when our mental health slacks.

The person whose been scared
almost beyond repair,
will avoid the truth
at any cost
just so their life will be spared.

It’s the greatest form of delusion
a person can endure.
To know they are mentally ill
and feel like there’s no cure.

They will try to make a way
to live and just exist. 
Even when help is right in front of them -
they will continue to object.

If you make me face my fear,
you will send me to my death.
I will panic in distress
and lose my very breath.

Don’t make me look at the thing
that causes me such pain.
Are you trying to feed the monster
and give it strength again?

You want me to pretend
there is absolutely nothing wrong,
when on the inside
I’m about to EXPLODE!

I want to be free
from these memories,
but I don’t know what to do.
They come faster than I can think,
and become my very truth.

I am a slave to my own body -
the body that keeps the score.
How can I escape
when Trauma has made me his whore?

I don’t want to be married
to this thing anymore.
I hate how he controls me,
and rips me to my core.

If I could wish for anything,
it would be to kill this thing that's killing me.
I'm stuck in his grip, 
and I don't know how to fight back.

I want to escape,
the thing that I most hate.

​Help me. Heal me.
Make me right again.
Help me. Heal me.
Bring clarity to my head.