Hands shaking free,
Panic in my head
The voices telling me
I wish I was dead

The flashbacks I swears their getting worse
It's ongoing curse
The sweats,the tears
The ever lasting fear

Re living it again
What had been said,
What had been done
Does this sound fun!?

The endless nightmares
The endless triggers
Making me feel guilty
For gods unrepentant sinners

Why cant I forget and forgive?
Why can't I move on?
That's what you say
Its mental Illness I have in my brain!

Maybe there’s something between us.
A fire that we kindle but try to put out as if we are ashamed,
Blinded by the light.
But as that fire grows larger,
It becomes harder to control.
At some point,
We must accept the warmth that the flames bring us.

"love-sick"
I mean
I suppose love is a disease.

there are the symptoms,
the racing heart
constant thoughts,
and if your a writer
countless poems dedicated to them
or your love.

I suppose love is a disease
but if its you,
its not one I would mine
having.

Emotion burgeons with each passing day,
becoming indolent through exhaustion.
Calling for help imperatively,
but not being heard through a cloud so thick.

It ticks
Like a bomb
Inside a cave
When it explodes
It only has one place to go
Out the way it came
With fast wind
Hot fire
And death
That follows

The lights inside your mind
Flashing from the inside
The mirror smiles back
So sad the lengths you have to go to
To escape you to find you

The night does not exist
Heart beats to the melody
Seeking something it can’t accept
Nothingness is the greatest escape