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May 2019
post traumatic stress disorder
got to get my thoughts in order
in my head i'm one big hoarder
of all the thoughts of my disorder
struggle to compart the scenes
or find out what they mean

i have nightmares
i can't share
if you ask me
now
they aren't there
only now that i'm awake
i have this feeling
i cant shake
my therapist asks me
with that face
if its real
or
if its fake
but it was real
i tried to wake
but this nightmare is like a snake
Written by
Angela D Whitmire  17/Agender/illinois
(17/Agender/illinois)   
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