Hysterically Traumatized

Panic attacks

For all the days I’ve lost

In my ill-fated childhood misery;

Brain-dead,

Killed with the blood of my innocence;

I can’t even live this way

Anymore;

I’m hopeless

And filled with agony

That I can’t get rid of,

No matter how hard I try.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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