Trauma

It all started with a small little note

I didn’t know people could be so cruel

Tightening the noose around my throat

Using my suffering as their own fuel

I was left alone in this big town

Words spread faster than you think

I tried writing my bad thoughts down

But my pen had lost all of its ink

Being stuck in this cruel game

I was truly the only one to blame

So with a poor low-quality pencil

I started using skin as a stencil

Skipping meals was an easy task

I knew I was slowly losing this fight

Yet no one ever bothered to ask

Even when I said I’d lost my appetite

While in desperate need of band aids

No one came to ask how I was feeling

Friends cut me off with sharp blades

But I also caused my own bleeding

I had underestimated the power

Those other people could have on me

I would spend hours in the shower

Drowning in my own red sea

Just like a mom without daughter

I started feeling very depressed

I know I would’ve consumed saltwater

If I was told it could put me to rest

I expected things to be better now

Yet it all still haunts me to this day

I’ve learned that trauma would never allow

A feeling like happiness anyway