If you had to go back to the worst moment of your life, everyday, as if you were reliving it
If you had to stay indoors because you were too scared of seeing faces in the crowd – even if they aren’t there
If you had to endure sleepless nights where the worst of your thoughts come out to play
If you hated yourself so much that you didn’t understand how you could breathe the same air as others
If you lost time, didn’t know what happened but always came back hurt
If you sometimes couldn’t even get out of bed for fear of what you would do to yourself, never mind the fact your brain won’t allow you to
If you had to put up with this day in, day out, would you still be alive?