playing russian roulette with ptsd, anxiety and depression
which will i feel today is the question
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will i get a blast from the past?
be reminded of all those times i got harassed?
is it time to flashback the torture?
is it time to flashback the trauma?
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or will anxiety take the centre stage?
will she make me feel unwelcome and strange?
will i be treated to a breeze of knee shaking?
will she trap me so there is no escaping?
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maybe depression will come out to play?
will she force me to stay in today?
is she going to keep me in my bed chained?
will she convince me even though there is sun it had rained?
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perhaps i am lucky and they will all keep me company at the same time
treated like a prisoner for an unknown crime
i feel so special to be loved this much
i pull the trigger to test my luck
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𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❀
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That feeling of not knowing. Beautiful poetry.