Panic attack
A recital
Breathing, erratic
Flashbacks
Flashbacks
Grab hold of something
Pillow, hair
Shaking, violent
Your face
Becomes his face
And I don’t want to see
But I can’t not see
“An end to this”
You do this to yourself
“I’m so so sorry”
Suicidal idealation
I feel blood dripping down my wrist
(there is no blood dripping down my wrist)
Remember the bridge
Imagine the fall
The crash
The blackness
The blankness
No
The aftermath
Imagine what’s left
Who’s left
Not you
Selfish bitch
Scared child
Please tell me how I can recover
Back to square one
Dates, always dates (my past haunts me, and I let it)
Crying, pillow wet
Scratching scratching
Itching everywhere
Breathe
Breathe
Deep breaths
And again, from the top
