Based on my latest ptsd breakdown. I wrote this not long ago (Like 15 minutes) after I calmed down from the crying and shaking. No mentions of what kind of abuse nor does there give any details about what the person was doing before the breakdown. Not sure if this is really poetry but it feels poetic to me so. I hope you like it. "she's good at pretending to feel nothing. she's good at hiding her scars from the world." "Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive." "People think strength is being able to stand up tall against anything and everything and not to be affected. But true strength is being hurt, kicked, shattered by anything and everything, and STILL being able to get up and stand up tall." "The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet." "Congratulations. You have survived the war. Now live with the trauma." "And then she told herself, "Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it." and then she never felt anything again." "This is for the times you went through hell so someone else wouldn't have to." "Never be afraid to fall apart because it is an opportunity to rebuild yourself the way you wish you had been all along." "You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice."