ptsd

Bum bu bum///bum bu bum

The ear shattering beat of my heart drumming in my chest.

I have to focus

So I dont forget how to breathe.

Its 2:20am and I’m suffocating.

The ptsd from the past haunts like a hungering nightmare.

My chest is collapsing but not because of the exhale of my breath.

It’s cause I can’t breathe.

And for once I met a guy who might actually treat me right.

But you see these voices in my head dont go to bed at night.