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3:08 a.m.
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

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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.