PTSD

My mind is a dark whirlpool of emotions.
Penetrating the light, ripping it apart,
feeding on the weakness.
I am the blight,
Gave up the fight.
There is only eternal night,
After my mental fight
I cry,
In a small corner of my broken mind.
Psychological warfare,
All the sadness I bear.
I go crazy, maybe, my mind goes hazy, my self-control goes lazy
am I growing mad?

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