Trauma and her child.

Trauma came to a child of innocenceone day and got comfortable

As the trees stayed green and the leaves stayed free, the child cried to herself whilst reminiscing, why did she trauma make me bleed why did trauma chose me?

She remembered the curtains they looked so peacful.

he emembered the ceiling it looked like it was hiding tears.

She remembered the blankets being snowcold.

She remembered the smell of a suffocating disturbance.

She remembered the warm waterfalls begin to seep slowly and burn on my cheeks.

She remembered the air on her face was frosting.

She remembered the background noise dissapearing.

She remembered the room feeling stuck.

She remembered the screams that never got to leave had rhe chance to leave that house.

She remembered once it finished,

It automatically repeated itself constantly.

She remembers the whole world being at a standstill for everytime she is reminded of that

Unfaltering painful lane of nowing

Trauma never sees heis hurtingme.

I am me, she is me

Set free

-AoM