Don't Want To Be Alive - Part 2 Poem by Siobhan Niven

I feel so broken, I can't breathe.
Crushed, and twisted, my mind aches.
Shattered, exhausted, lack of sleep.
Raw tears I cry, I want to die.

Escape from tumultuous pain,
Reliving the horror repeatedly.
Like movies in my mind, dragging me back;
To a life left behind.

I was only a baby, so innocent and pure;
From 4 years old, I was forced to endure;
A trauma so profound, I can't articulate;
The pain, distress, fear, and hate.

A stolen decade, a life-long battle.
I struggled to cope, sometimes still do.
Fighting each day, this much is true.
For my sanity, hope, reason to be,
Digging deep down inside of me.

It's too hard to survive, yet, here I still stand.
Cracks in my armour, sword in my hand.
Compelled to live, I want to hang on to life.
Hushing, soothing, nurturing the voice when it screams;
"But I don't want to be alive"