"PTSD"
I can't sleep because
the shadows will get me
PTSD
I'm paranoid, because of you
all the things you put me through,
all the things you did,
or didn't do...I love and I hate you
(I don't want to do either)
and maybe I'm a little bit angry
I think I've earned that
But when I see your faces
in my dreams...I scream
PTSD
(you still terrify me)
I tell myself I am healing
then shadows return
they control me, and paralyze me
Oh, how I wish shadows could burn...
and free me...please free me
Copyright © 2011 Elizabeth Ann Greene