Survivor

Pieces Of Me,

Splintered Off,

Like A Picasso Bomb,

But I Survived. 

Yet The War Is Never Over. 

Left With The Haunting,

Battle Wounds,

I Won't Let Others,

See Me Bleed.

I Can Feel The Phantom Sensations,

Every Time I Go [Back].

Reliving A Personalized Hell,

All Over Again.

Hyperventilating.

Escalating.

Panic.

Pain.

Holding Breath.

Like A Fish Without Water 

I Breath,

A Survivor.

-redhanded.