Spent the last few years
Living in disarray,
Always chasing safety,
Hoping I'd make it someday.
But safety only
Goes so far,
When I'm always
Going to war
With myself
And all I leave are
Scars.
Stuck in a dreamscape
Battlefield that makes it
Hard to go to sleep.
Post-traumatic stress
And nightmares eating me
For days,
Sometimes,
I just want to scream
And disappear for days.
Some days, I wonder,
Is there an end to
This storm?
Is there a better way to cope
Or will I have to suffer
A little more?
Apr 11, 2024
Apr 11, 2024 at 3:41 AM UTC
Spent the last few years
Living in disarray,
Always chasing safety,
Hoping I'd make it someday.
But safety only
Goes so far,
When I'm always
Going to war
With myself
And all I leave are
Scars.
Stuck in a dreamscape
Battlefield that makes it
Hard to go to sleep.
Post-traumatic stress
And nightmares eating me
For days,
Sometimes,
I just want to scream
And disappear for days.
Some days, I wonder,
Is there an end to
This storm?
Is there a better way to cope
Or will I have to suffer
A little more?
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