Wrote a poem about an event a few years ago that I have PTSD from.

I am sorry

For the night you died

I wanted to save you

And my best I tried

But you bled out

It just wouldn’t stop

I covered your wounds

And I felt your heart throb

I held you as you died

I told you it would be ok

I wanted to help you

And keep you from the grave

But I couldn’t do it

I couldn’t save you

I said things would be fine

But inside I knew

I couldn’t help

No matter what I tried

You wouldn’t stop bleeding

I am sorry you died

I can’t stop seeing you

When I close my eyes

I see the blood on my hands

And I hear you die

I want it to stop

I keep begging my head

To please make it stop

It tells me it will when I’m dead

I am sorry I couldn’t help

I am sorry you died

You were able to save me

and everything I told you was a lie

You saved me

From that man that night

He went to stab me

But you put up a fight

While wounded and bleeding

You helped me

And I couldn’t save you

For that I am sorry

I know you had a family

I will never repay

What you did to me

Now I wait for my day

For when I will see you

And then I can say

How much better of a person you are

Then I was on that day

I wanted to save you

I swear I tried

But no matter what I did

You still died

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