The Essence Of Who I Am

My trauma doesn’t like to be lonely

It invites its friends over to have a party

One trigger invites a few more

Until I can only hear my thoughts taunting

Screaming music until i’m screaming for it to stop

Then i’m drinking and drinking and drinking

By the end i’m on the couch

Unconscious from a roofie

At least I never remember what happened

My Truama likes to party

M.A.P

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