PTSD (Re-Written) (Dark)

  • PTSD

    I feel distorted
    Time not straight
    Nothing makes sense
    Its all out of place

    My mind jumps
    From here to there
    Its hard to think
    It makes me scared

    And I guess that’s why
    I struggle in life
    The rhythm of the world
    I just can’t get it right

    Wishing I could fit
    Find a way to belong
    So it all makes sense
    And the torment stops.

    I hope one day
    I can get some rest
    Break free from these thoughts
    That haunt my head

    Have time be straight
    Just here to there
    Stop reliving the past
    And just be here


    July 14th, 2024 | Matty Angel | 2 Comments |

About The Author

Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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  • Vic 07.14.2024

    *hugs*

  • Sharon

    Beautiful way with words, so healing to be able to express yourself. Can totally relate to your poem. Keep up your brilliant work ??

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