My heart races
My mind can’t focus
I am no longer in control
I can respond but my responds
Are scripted no thought
They are just what I am supposed to say
I here but I am there
My thought are not of my own
But the are of my past
I try my best to be here
But the second something reminds me
My body is there
The pounding of my heart.
The pressure in my chest
It not real in time
But is real in feeling
No matter how much I do not want to go back
No matter how much I tell myself it is over
Not matter how much I say this will not happen again
It does not necessarily on the outside
But psychically, mental I can not help but go back.
Avoid the triggers only work when you know all the triggers
A smell, a sound, a color my body will respond
The intensity of the initial time creeps back
Over and over again to constantly relive the nightmares that were not dreams.
About the Creator
Anastasia Renea
I am an author that goes by Anastasia Renea. I even had the name classified as an LLC. I want to change the world, and thought writing stories would a great way to try. Sometimes I just like to have fun.
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