Apr 2015
Post,
Like the mail you would send with no return address so your parents wouldn’t know you were still seeing him.
Traumatic,
Like is the trauma actually there since you let it go on and he never Technically ***** you? Not that you’d be able to remember if he did seeing as there Are missing parts of that year.
Stress,
Like the thing you said led you to end it, as it was too much to have to handle your 38 year-old boyfriend when your friends wanted to talk about seventh period Chemistry.
Disorder,
Like your natural attraction to older men that he was able to save you from; Thank God he found you before someone really took advantage of you.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Cannot be real if you can’t let yourself remember it,
Hard as you try.
It’s not a flashback if
it’s only an image of him stuck in your head for 35 and a half hours
Or your song played on repeat
Or his words playing out like a broken keyboard
“Stay thin.
Stay young.
Be mine
Don’t go out.
Pick me.
Pick me.
Pick me.
Don’t go.
I can’t live without you.
You have to be my soul-mate.
I waited my whole life for you.
Thank God I found you before anyone could hurt you”.
They were just words.
Don’t make it bigger than it is.
He never ***** you
And he never hit you
So what are you flashing back to?
It’s not PTSD just because you are scared to sleep
Because he might be there.
It doesn’t make sense for you to be
plunged into
how sad you are about you and your
“High school sweetheart”
Because that’s what he was right?
I mean you were in high school.
And he looked young enough, right?
“Right baby, because my boss said today that I looked 22?”
And you thought it was romantic when
Forever Young
was your song
So it doesn’t make sense
that hearing it makes you cry and
not leave your bed.
After it all you were only
kissed
by a middle-aged man
And manipulated
by a living Ghost.
No *******,
No problem,
No PTSD.
Please be sure to kindly quit being
a drama queen
in the future.
Your mental illness
does not fit
the framework
laid down in textbooks,
Despite its ability to
bring you back in time,
To the battlefield
that you narrowly escaped from,
And we just can’t seem to hear your you
over the voice of the crowd’s whispers about
What you are supposed to be feeling.
Be sure to check back in if anything else should validate your illness,
Have a great day.
Like the mail you would send with no return address so your parents wouldn’t know you were still seeing him.
Traumatic,
Like is the trauma actually there since you let it go on and he never Technically ***** you? Not that you’d be able to remember if he did seeing as there Are missing parts of that year.
Stress,
Like the thing you said led you to end it, as it was too much to have to handle your 38 year-old boyfriend when your friends wanted to talk about seventh period Chemistry.
Disorder,
Like your natural attraction to older men that he was able to save you from; Thank God he found you before someone really took advantage of you.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Cannot be real if you can’t let yourself remember it,
Hard as you try.
It’s not a flashback if
it’s only an image of him stuck in your head for 35 and a half hours
Or your song played on repeat
Or his words playing out like a broken keyboard
“Stay thin.
Stay young.
Be mine
Don’t go out.
Pick me.
Pick me.
Pick me.
Don’t go.
I can’t live without you.
You have to be my soul-mate.
I waited my whole life for you.
Thank God I found you before anyone could hurt you”.
They were just words.
Don’t make it bigger than it is.
He never ***** you
And he never hit you
So what are you flashing back to?
It’s not PTSD just because you are scared to sleep
Because he might be there.
It doesn’t make sense for you to be
plunged into
how sad you are about you and your
“High school sweetheart”
Because that’s what he was right?
I mean you were in high school.
And he looked young enough, right?
“Right baby, because my boss said today that I looked 22?”
And you thought it was romantic when
Forever Young
was your song
So it doesn’t make sense
that hearing it makes you cry and
not leave your bed.
After it all you were only
kissed
by a middle-aged man
And manipulated
by a living Ghost.
No *******,
No problem,
No PTSD.
Please be sure to kindly quit being
a drama queen
in the future.
Your mental illness
does not fit
the framework
laid down in textbooks,
Despite its ability to
bring you back in time,
To the battlefield
that you narrowly escaped from,
And we just can’t seem to hear your you
over the voice of the crowd’s whispers about
What you are supposed to be feeling.
Be sure to check back in if anything else should validate your illness,
Have a great day.
