Sometimes I feel empty
Sometimes I feel brand new
I'm looking for advice
But I go off to space
I cut you off
With times and dates
My apologies
But I got a lot to say
**** listening
I'm going down
Down the rabbit hole
Where ptsd lives
Breathe in scares
All along my back
Crying massage beds
Greeting my pain
For all the things
You never said
No amount of words will spare my shame
And now I look a head for good things
Knowing there will always be bumps along the way.