I'm a little traumatized for not being able to write for so long.
Am I somewhere between writers block or I don't know what to write?

I'm a little bit traumatized, well not a little bit but a whole lot bit.

My passion stays burning but where's my need for writing?

i think you traumatized me black and blue
black and blue
black and blue
all of the bruises
they are free from my skin
but not from my head
you traumatized me
black and blue
black and blue

I carved my name into a desk.
I didn't think much of it then
But looking back at the mess
I can see the innocence

No walls to hold him
Just a desk to learn
And mark on a whim
To know I was here

And the lesson began

So they took my hands
Beat them with the edge of a rule

Hard enough to hurt but not bruise
To cut but not bleed

Just skin

So I looked down at my desk
And my name in pain
Trying not to cry
Tears tried in my eyes

My name is blurred
The table is blurred
Like a white washed wall at twilight.

Ended up opening my eyes,
Eyes burning from not being closed.
Being exposed, or suppose,
Them po-po's took my girl,
A sleep, calling her a **'.

Mouth closed, better propose,
Something to transpose,
This hurricane, into a home.
Lost without my nose.

Tossing and turning on my bed,
Holding my Head,
****! I feel like I'm dead.
hunger?...
But the only thing,
On this fridge, is Bread.

Vision blurry,
All I see is Red.
Eyes on the Cealing,
What happened to the,
"MaMa said" ?

I hate this feeling, insomnia.
night prolongs, lifeline is a drama.
mama, ain't here,
seing every stain of my pajama
oh No! The hour of coma.

A dream I wish it was,
when the hounds of hell
were unleashed upon my family.

A dream I wish it was,
when teh aftermath caused
me to weep day in and day out,
wishing it was only a figment of
my hell - filled imagination

A dream I wish it was... ... ...