To Me, is like......

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

is, to me, like;

walking through a house of horrors that has no way out.

Memories of sever abuse (through-out my life),

is, to me, like;

tripping into dead falls.

Dreams smashed into the ground

is, to me, like;

serrated knives slicing into the heart.

Betrayals with a kiss

is, to me, like;

daggers being thrusted into the back.

Having a user for a lover

is, to me, like;

having a lash around your throat.

To live with a deceiver

is, to me, like;

living with the devil.

Being with someone who is passive aggressive

is, to me, like;

walking through a jungle of snares.

Dealing with a control freak

is, to me, like;

walking with a boulder on your shoulders.

Being with a self-minded lover

is, to me, like;

getting a bloodletting.

Ruthless words from your lovers' mouth

is, to me, like;

being stoned to death.

The feeling of your lover holding a cocked loaded gun to your head

is, to me, like;

feeling everything about your whole life implode at once.