This Beast called PTSD. I did not choose to live like this, That my mind has gone Insane, The Trauma Reaper just took over me, Heaped onto me his pain. He took away my innocence, He took my ability to love, He took my sense of right from wrong, His persona fit me like a glove. He took from me my freedom, He took from me my will, He took from me my strength, His presence holds me still. He took away my peaceful sleep, He took away my smile, He took away my family and friends, In his shoes, I have walked many mile. He gave to me no peace, He gave to me nightmares, He gave to me a Mind Riot, His pain he always shares. He gave to me his loneliness, He gave to me his fear, He gave to me his guilt, His hand is always near. He gave to me his anger, He gave to me his rage, He gave to me his paranoia, His grip still holds at this stage. He wants me to run, He wants me to hide, He wants me to feel fear, His tears I have cried. He wants me to feel pain, He wants me to lie, He wants me to give up, He wants me to die. He wants me to give in, He wants me to fall, He wants me to fail, He wants me on my knees to crawl. I have had enough of this, I want to make him leave, I gain a little ground, I know he does deceive. Its time for me to shed my skin, Its time for me to fight, Its time for me to not give in, Its time I regained my sight. Its time for me to breath, Its time for me to stand, Its time for me to believe, Its time to get out from under his hand. Its time I regained my laugh, Its time I regain my peace, Its time I regained my freedom, Its time to beat this hateful beast.... Brendon Grey September, 2012
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 09:57:42 +0000
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