lately,
i've thought about my anxiety
how it rised to be
never before a few years had happened
before I went through a traumatic experience
no, explanation

yet, it still haunts me to this day
do you remember?
I bet you don't

you see these are my struggles
in my day to day activities

as much as I tried to ignore that part of my life
I can not.
not for the life of me.

years passed and here I am struggling with a form of PTSD..

this is not a poem
but in order for me to write
I must write about my struggles
what's keeping me from achieving certain goals
I cannot continue to live this way
although, every single face
reminds me of that one brief moment

I can't escape

I wish this was only a poem and not real life
I don't know how much more I can take
this kills me
slowly

even if you read this
I know you would never understand


experiencing this is not the same
as when we parted ways
this is not a poem

it's not...