Finding purpose out of this purpose

trauma is a wreckage

And I hurt myself because I believe the trauma is reoccurring

When I come close to anyone

Even the thought of I'll try again brings up the memories of being the only one trying in a dying relationship 

When I tried to save my world, it still shattered. It left me in the wreckage of trauma, in the ruins of my future 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sounds as though the fear of pain results in the recurrence of that pain, a self fulfilling prophecy. Fear does indeed cripple.