Survivor

PTSD has taken yet another one of my nights so enjoy :) It has also been a while so please excuse some rustiness. Just trying to get back into this

I am the survivor.

How come I still feel like I’m losing even though I survived?

It has been a year and I struggle to leave my house.

People say time heals most wounds,

yet this wound seems to keep opening.

Wider.

Deeper.

Every thought is like a knife, and I’m left thinking;

Why me?

Why was I the special one for the night?

Are there others like me

Or was I all that you need?

I am the survivor.

All I can do is keep surviving.

Even on the days I feel like I am losing

I just hope and pray you aren’t coming,

Because the next the I see you

Will be the day I have to say I’m through

And once I’m through

I can say it’s because of you

Author's Note

It's my first time back in like a year so like I said sorry for the rustiness, please ignore grammatical errors and such. I hope you enjoyed :)