New poem by me – took me 3 minutes so it’s not going to be the best.
It’s hell. It’s darkness. It’s also exhilarating. Misunderstood. The brain is heavy. You have headaches. A fear of death. You can write more but read less.
The mind I lost
Exhilarating thought of rapid ideas
A flow of writing reflecting previous years
A sip from a coffee cup to ease the dreadful blow,
Until it spills what the world will sadly know.
Left alone in thought, in darkness and in pain,
Realisation hits; you’ll never be the same.
The mind in discomfort, you seek to find answers,
From the world of enlightenment; writers, artists , dancers.
The brain malfunctions with intense despair,
You know in your heart the real you is still there.
The body reacts, a nervous system in pain,
On the outside you look normal, on the inside you’re insane.
CPTSD/Disorders of extreme stress not otherwise specified 
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