Trauma .....

Waking up in the morning
i know not whats in my head,
Looking at my face in the mirror
its bloody, i'm filled with terror.

I realise on the second look
its not mine and i'm shaken,
is it time? the crooked clock?
i'm given..i'm taken..

There i go, searhing for my true self
all along, standing up for myself
Yes I kill.. Just to live!!

Moving on to unknown realms
Ignoring the onslaught of who I ams,
I travel through a maze of thoughts
My path is just a line of dots.

The waters oily, the air is thick
My Breathings hard, i'm feeling sick
This is not what i want..

-The Crooked Pen