P.T.S.D is to me like....

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

Memories of shameless 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 stabbed into the back.

Having a user for a lover

is, to me, like:

Having a chain around your throat.

To live with someone who lies to you all the time

is, to me, like:

living with the devil.

Facing living on the streets with two kids

is, to me, like:

Riding the edge of a razor blade.

Being with someone who is passive aggressive

is, to me, like:

The heart being pressed in a vice.

Living with a control freak

is, to me, like:

Walking with a boulder on your shoulders.

Being abandoned with two kids for days with no car or money

is, to me, like:

Having your legs and hands bound.

Being with a selfish lover

is, to me, like:

Getting a bloodletting.

Being beaten by your husband while being pregnant

is, to me like;

Feeling completely helpless while your baby is being attacked.

Coming home from the hospital with a new born

and then ending up in the hospital getting stiches in your face

is, to me, like:

Having shit thrown in your face and feeling worthless.

Ruthless words from your lovers' mouth

is, to me, like:

Being stoned to death.

The feeling of your lover and father of your children holding a loaded gun to your head

is, to me, like:

Feeling everything about your whole life implode at once.