Triggers

Its the thing that stops,
minds turn into a wasteland,
buzzing burns bodies to the core,
like the waiting of yellowstone,
anticipating erruption. 

My 
     Mind

Illusions of the past dressed up,
Just a t-shirt.
wearing a small problem reality,
but hiding daggers. 

My 
   Mind 
         Is 

Its the distracted thoughts,
the waves of trauma,
the nothing else above,
the drive for escape. 

My 
    Mind 
         Is 
Crumbling. 
 
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idbailey23

VT

19 years old

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