PTSD

Hello there, same old sadness. It seems we meet again.

This deep, dark place that I once called my friend.

Because no one else is there to check on me, you see?

Everyone I ever knew forgot about little old me.

Drift on into the night and drift into insanity.

Don’t you know that I do not belong, spew profanity.

The place where I do belong is right here in misery.

I will close my eyes and pray for my delivery.

Hello there, my old place and time, lost childhood.

I am a wicked empty shell. I do not deserve motherhood

If I could get rid of this make a deal for a normal life.

If I could go back to a younger me and use the knife.

Oh Sarah, you say, it’s not that bad think of the good things.

I have spent my life struggling to think of it, a few seconds it brings.

Oh Sarah, you say, just get out there and meet someone.

I dissociate, withdrawal to a corner, go home and cry when it’s done.

Hello there, my one companion through life, I rather goes.

It’s been there since the beginning, though no one knows.

Tell me it will be okay someday, I know it won’t.

Tell me my life will get better someday. Wait, just Don’t.