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PTSD

 
My world is getting dark
All is fading to black.
My mind is racing
My vision is pulsating.

These memories are intrusive
They know no boundaries.
I know what has triggered me
My coping techniques arenít working.

It is in full motion
For this has no breaks.
I must ride it out
Itís terrifying.

I want to run
I want to fight.
Iím paralyzed by fear
I canít move.
I canít breathe
I canít speak.

Iím screaming inside
ďHelp me!Ē
Iím a prisoner in my own head.
Fear is my warden
My memories, my life sentence.
Written by Quinnzelle
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Author's Note
This is just a little tid bit about my struggles with PTSD.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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