What is trauma? A sudden violent incident, Maybe it repeats, Or maybe just once... ...She always comes back.
I am so sorry I didn’t hug you last night I wanted to let you know I heard you through the look in your eyes Frozen Masked in disguise I can’t, I just can’t It’s a feeling I lack Taken away Through the years Let down after let down
Something changed, and I felt it right away. Those words, IT’S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT. The sting jump starting my heart. Choking on the exhaust bellowing from under the hood. I felt it, the choice, given to me in an instant. I can’t sugar coat the depth of the pain those words coming from your … Continue reading Talking to you…Something changed 9/13/19
Trauma isn't that moment, Trauma is strung out. A flavor that lingers, In the back of your throat Your whole life.