Tag: PTSD

  • A penny for your silence?

    “A penny for your Silence, Martha?” My sister asked,One night when we were both alone.“You’re no longer as loud as you usually are and you barely talk at all”I shook my head and pulled on a smile that felt too big for my face,And it felt so fakeThat the edges of my lips began to…

  • Tired

    Not sure what this poem is going to be about,Because I’m really not sure what exactly is wrong with me.I legit got eight hours of sleep last night.So why am I still tired? Why do I still drag my feet as I walk along the corridors,How can I sleep and sleep and still wake up…

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