Hi, I'm Trauma. Do you know why, because the grace in my name slipped away when I dosed up on this pain and a word for who I was ran away, washed out with too many tears. With no term and no name left to say without shame, I paired with trauma, a companionship. Because we haunted eachother as much, maybe more, than 'The Ghost And Mrs. Murr.' On lazy days trauma would take over, my wall turned paper thin and my act fell off stage and scared was all I could stay. I'm Trauma, my middle name is Crook, it seems we've stolen each others options in life. So needy for you, to know who I am, I've given you no choice, trauma you can only taunt me, and you've taken my choice in desire before I knew what desire was. I've held onto my mothers maiden name, because the ending is still in my hands. Trauma Crook Guerra, Guerra because I've battled everyday not to remember what you'd say and worked so hard for all the scars to fade. I declare war, my name is my award, my name is...