Shattered hearts club

Trauma sufferers know the desperation. 

The feeling of utter death that repeats. 

It can come out in back pain, in heart palpitations. 

It can drive them to do stupid things that ruin them. 

And ruins the trust with others. When they could least afford.

Trauma sufferers know the numbness that ensues

When, like a cloying baby, they reach out to others

On a bus that's 200,000 times the size of them

And they approach someone with sadness in their eyes

And they get a massive quaking instead of the love

That they sought. And they're frightening to others.

And they're frightened of others.

And the whole thing repeats

And repeats. 

And repeats.