Little Things – PTSD Poem

Little Things

My chest is heavy
Calm down you say
My breathing is rapid
It’s no big deal you say
My heart is racing
What’s the problem you say
My words are caught in my throat
She wants attention you say
My head is spinning
She is being dramatic you say
My whole body is trembling
Why do you act like that you say
My tears won’t stop falling
Don’t act so weak you say
My screams echo inside my head
It’s just another day you say
My mind broken and reeling
You’re so bothered by little things you say
My heart is shattered, unrepairable
Why do you say all these things you say

By Stephanie – May 2018

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