Living In My Trauma
I look at my childhood home, & feel warmth in my heart knowing that’s where my grandpa is.
I feel nostalgic, memories of hitting the piñata on my birthdays.
Feel numb to the fact that it wasn’t all perfect.
Now it’s affecting my marriage… isn’t?
Or is it just me?
I don’t give af how that basement looks most times.
But it would be nice to have it feel like home.
For once.
How to make hell, home…
I feel like a stranger at someone’s house
It doesn’t feel real.
Doesn’t feel like I was “happy” in a while
I’m always tired
Always trying to find a distraction
Trying to find reasons to stay.
I hate it here
I’m tired of people congratulating me.
“You like your new place better?”
No, it’s killing me.
It’s a living nightmare.
It’s a scary movie.
And I’m the side character that gets killed,
In the end
I’m tired
I don’t want to do this anymore
As if I had a choice.
I have no say.
Never did.
Probably never will.
Never had control of anything in my life.
From my emotions, thoughts, and feelings, to where I want to live.
I’m so tired.
I can feel myself slipping again
#PTSD #BipolarDisorder #Anxiety #Insomnia #MightyPoets #ChildhoodDisorders