A diagnosis of Complex PTSD,
Gave reason to the crippling anxiety.
I no longer have the ability,
To ignore my own reality.
My mind has this disability,
That others cannot see.
Being discriminated for my personality,
Instead of my nationality.
Complex PTSD, whats it mean,
That trauma is a regular for me.
My worst nightmares torment my dreams,
Flashing back to the parts of my life
That I tried so hard to flee.
Assuring me that ill never be set free,
From the darkness people bring.
This is my history, you see.
A wounded mentality,
Breaking me down with agony.
Intrusive memories so paralyzing
please, please just let me be.
I feel the panic arising in me,
Anxiety creeping through my body.
What does living even achieve?
Surrounded by a society of thieves,
Robbing my every breath brutally.
Releasing me from the depravity,
Of living with PTSD.
One day i hope to be set free.
But first, i gotta commit to therapy.
We'll see where my life will lead,
After Complex PTSD wreaks havoc
On my mind, Maybe Ill get my moment
Of clarity, restoring my faith in humanity
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