Headache

“Headache” is a short poem about some of my post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms, but it was written before I knew that they were symptoms of the disorder. Originally written in May of 2020.

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In a dimly lit room,

Walls covered

In my own

Tortured, sad art.

My mind and my body,

Disconnected.

People scream

Somewhere near

All I hear

Are my thoughts

Ringing,

Ripping my brain apart.

I break my feet

Because I want

To walk

On them,

Broken.

Will I feel it

When I bash

My head

Against my dresser,

Or will I be gone

By then?

Bloodstained mirror,

I can’t look.

Mind distorts face

Until nothing is real.

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-Graphite Everything