PTSD

I've wrote you many poems, but this will be my last.
I don't want to waste the creativity on you anymore.
You aren't worth the struggle.
But, I will write to you one last time.

The thoughts of what you did to me never fully vanquish.
Little moments spark memories etched into my brain.
I can still hear your breathing.
I can still see your eyes in the dim light.
I can still feel your hair on my face.
I can't handle the memories.

Please stop torturing me like this.
Time is not healing this wound.
Stay away and don't come back.
Denying that you are at fault makes you look weak not me.

{Prompt: Mental Health day}
Copyright: October 7, 2012