Triggered pain

I hear sirens at distance

My mind becomes nonexistence

I grab my first cup of coffee…

I take my first sip, my mind spins, my thoughts get foggy

All because I think of you, I hear the sirens and I get triggered

I remember all the pain you delivered, the way my thoughts you would injure

My passion for you died, you were the killer

Yet you always called me a sinner

Because I didn’t allow you to make me feel like a loser

You thought I would never leave because I loved you

But believe me, the love I had for myself was way bigger

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