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3:08 a.m.

September 18, 2017
By Anonymous

There's something about the relentlessness of it 

The fear and terror of everyday life 

Never ending feeling of being unsafe, unsure, unsteady

It never really stops 

The 

    fa 

       ll 

          ing 

Or the  g r a s p i n g  at reality 

Because the worst days of your life 

Keep happening over and over and over and over 

And sleep doesn't bring relief 

It's in your mind 

In your body 

You feel like you're drowning and sinking and you 

Feel that hands that tore your innocence apart

And you MUST get out and PLEASE STOP and I can't do this 

You're doubled over clutching your chest 

Trying not to scream with silent tears because 

You are  N E V E R  safe and 

It won't let go 

There are scars on the inside and out 

They tell how they broke you 

Ruined you 

Killed you

Left you here at 3:08 a.m.

with bruises that won't go away 

and scars that won't heal 


The author's comments:

This was written in the middle of the night when the flashbacks from my traumas were getting to be too much. I hope people will begin to realize that PTSD isn't just nightmares and flashbacks, but a constant mix of feelings. 


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