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It’s like everyone around me can’t see my pain, it’s like there is something wrong with my brain.
I’m feeling really drained, I think that I might go could I restrain?
My chest is really heavy and my head is feeling wavy, I cannot keep steady.
Where is my self control? I’m feeling completely un-hole.
Something has taken over my soul and I have lost all control.
I feel so hopeless, I don’t think that I can cope with this.
Taciturn May 15
What can I do?
I want to hold you and sooth you
I see the way your soul is vibrating
Shaking with fear
With terror.

I want to let you know that you are not alone
That I have been there too.

Stood in the same place, been in the same shoes.
But I can’t
I am scared it will only look as though
I am undermining your struggles.

My issues are different than yours,
But the feelings are so very close.
You are breathing in the same knives
I have suckled on my entire life.

I could describe to you the exact taste of red in 3 different languages.

But if I did.. would you hate me?
Would you take me for an insensitive *****?
A ****,
who always makes it about themself?

I want you to know:
I understand.
I want you to know you are not alone with your feelings

But I am lacking, in every sense
My vocabular just does not seem inclusive enough
And even if it was, I have no skill
Verbalizing my thoughts seems impossible.

And I know exactly how it is
when you share your feelings
And yet you still feel like nobody heard you.
I don’t want this for you.

So please just let me know what you need
I do not want to leave you by yourself.

I don’t  want you to be alone any longer,
Believe me, it won’t make you stronger
Suffering in silence, should not be your only option.

I am sorry, that nothing I say will be adequate
But at least let me listen.
Anybody knows the feeling of listening to another person and all you can seem to respond with is "Hmm", because you are scared, that if you chime in it will looks as though, you don't care what they are saying?
Yeah, i feel so pretty much every day.
Erica Girone May 15
Nothing is alright
But everything is okay
The ocean is crashing in on me
But I’m embracing each wave
Tim Mar 31
words cannot convey
what I wish to say
My thoughts they
Show a story
But these words they
Tell one poorly
lynn Mar 18
tell me how
the most broken
beaten down
torn up
stripped to the flesh

could ever get back up
brush off the dirt
and carry on
like nothing ever
Gray Dawson Mar 3
My mind screamed with each wave,
Each crash.
A verse slams into me.
Witness it's words turn to thought.
An unwavering battle to think
Johnny Raven Mar 2014
Your body lies to you and screams
Flashbacks vivid imagery and it seems
That targets always going to be on your back, your head, your neck
Center mass, Cervical Vertebrae 2-3, "it's not real anymore, but..."
But, ****, it doesn't matter, you still feel like it's your ***
Your body is screaming your about to die, you're about to die
Down upon the ground, bleeding out into that concrete jungle,
Your front lawn, your leather seats in your Volvo...
You never know where...
"I know it doesn't make sense to those who haven't seen war"
Seeing death first hand, watching people die, people land sideways, ****-eyed, crooked, glazed eyes,
Brain matter on your face, blood on your hands, trying to help
Trying to keep them alive, but they're already dead...
Then you think...
I'm glad it wasn't me..."
Surviving war isn't skill, It's Luck,
Blind ******* Stupid ******* Luck.
Luck: loaded dice on a crooked ******* table...
as Richard Kadrey would say...
If you're familiar with PTSD, just understand, research
Try and be supportive, for
The War isn't over for us and
We need your love, your help, your hands
For when we collapse, twitching, screaming, crying,
We need your love, your help, your hands
Because for *Us
everyday is like dying....
And we just want to Live and to stop just surviving

- Johnny Raven
© Copyright 2014
Some of the people
Who scorn at truth,
Meaning and values
Are similar to Aesop's Fox.

They imagine the grape
Hanging so high
That no one can reach it,
So that they can feel like
It is not worth struggling
To achieve it.

But then they become hungry.
And they die of starvation.
Graff1980 Jan 28
Its a long day on my street
the wrong way to go and see
all this city tragedy,
worn sleeping bags
and tattered rags,
all those suffering
lonely roaming people,
and those immigrants
yearning to breathe free.

We didn’t start the fire.
We didn’t light the match.
We didn’t burn the city
down to the tent towns
where homeless hearts
wander wearily around.

But this is the mess
that I am living in,
this is the swap
that politicians have given men
women and innocent children.

All working but still starving
while trying to make a living.

Welcome to my American nightmare.
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