How are we suppose to be
What is healthy
Ive never understood my own emotions
This anger
Hurt
Its agonising
What do you do when talking has never worked
And writing has never help as im not too well written
Communication is not a strong suit i wear
More like a knotted single thread stuck in my throat
It wont form words
Im stuck with this
I know not how to fix what ive become
I stand here looking down at her
Begging God just for a sign
So my trauma will not be her burden
No weight lay upon her chest from the chains of life that lay upon my ankles
God i beg we fix me before she is lost to this nonverbal communicationless void im within
Ill give my last breath to break this cycle