Tag Archives: C-PTSD

Nothing More To Give

They walk on eggshells around me
So they don’t disturb my weak heart
That jumps at the slightest sign of danger.

I know that I’m a burden
Even though they constantly reassure me.
I know I take up too much space
And I’m only seen as a pretty face.

Just admit you don’t want me around
And I’ll learn to never make a sound
So we don’t keep wasting time here
Pretending that there’s something more I can give.

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Taking The Blame

It’s always my fault
When she’s in a rage
I must be the one
To take the blame
Or else she will crumble
And do it again
Just a child
With no way to defend
Against the monster
Where there’s no way to win

One day I hope
To get away
But for now I must suffer
And soak up the pain
The days pass by
And I still wonder why
My own mother
Would want me to die