I’m 18 with ptsd

I hear it while the voices replay;
I'm losing control of what to say.
I'm a teen, I've never been to war;
go ahead and walk out the door.
its nothing new
so is it true?
I'm 18 and rewatch my trauma everyday
what trauma you might say
With a mom who chooses to run
and constant abuse,so fun
I'm 18 with ptsd,is this real
yes it is but it's not a big deal
Reliving my life,my pain
losing everything i gain
When all comes from my mother
it doesn't make me another
It just proves I'm crazy
makes the present hazy
Not seeing what's next
burning with every call or text
It's not safe to even hear that name
it's a fear that you never be the same
At 18 living with ptsd it's possible
being normal is impossible
So why sulk over it
hide that burning pit
I'm sorry but I'm done
I'm sorry life isn't fun

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