it's getting bad again.
and it seems as if no one seems to notice.
i feel like i'm the prey and the predators are picking bits of me off one by one.
people listen to me, but they really don't.
they try to compare my trauma with theirs and point out things that are similar.
we are not the same.
i feel like my days are mixed up.
everyday i feel as if my eyes and ears and mouth are working.
but my heads not.
it seems like everything is blurry.
if someone asked me what day it was i wouldn't know.
i don't know much of anything anymore.
i feel like my old self is still inside of me.
trapped.
screaming and begging to come out.
i don't know why she won't come out.
i've tried to let her out.
but something's not letting me.
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poems.
Puisithese are just rants that i think of when i'm not doing the best mentally.
