PTSD

I was ten, didn't know what it meant,

Stumbled on a screen, innocence got bent.

Clicked play, and it messed with my head,

Felt wrong, but I kept going instead.

Every night, it became my escape,

But I ain't know it was sealing my fate.

Silent battles behind locked doors,

Childhood lost, can't feel that no more.

Ashamed of myself, but I couldn’t stop,

Felt sick, like I lived with a ticking clock.

Fantasies ate the kid I used to be,

Till the mirror showed a stranger to me.

I got PTSD,

For every shit that happened to me!

Thought I was free, but I was chained,

Hiding the hurt, drowning in shame.

I got PTSD,

From things no kid was ever supposed to see...

By fourteen, I was sick of the fight,

Felt the chains, and I needed the light.

Started reading, praying, talking to me,

Diggin’ deep just to finally see—

I ain't alone, and I ain't my past,

Every slip don’t mean it’s the last.

Took years, but I started to grow,

Learned to feel again, started saying "no."

Now I’m clean, but the scars still there,

They remind me to treat my soul with care.

I was lost, but I found my way,

Now I live to see a brighter day.

I got PTSD,

For every shit that happened to me!

Thought I was free, but I was chained,

Hiding the hurt, drowning in shame.

I got PTSD,

But now I’m finally learning to be free.

I used to think I was broken beyond repair,

A kid lost in silence, gasping for air.

But healing’s real, even if it’s slow,

You learn to walk again after the lowest low.

To the ones still trapped in the screen's cold glow,

You ain’t what you’ve done, and you're not alone.

Keep fighting—every scar tells a story,

And survival is its own kind of glory.