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PTSD
What it feels like to live in the life of me...
The tears that come, from where you don't know.
Weep, Weep, every night to look at the creeping sky.
Wake, Wake no more sleeping tonight.
Sitting in the dark, with your fake walls, a fake family.
Images that blurr, here we go back to the past.
"IM GOING TO FUCKING RAPE YOU" is all you hear.
Your ear drums pounding, your heart is screaming-
"NO PLEASE DON'T " is what you yell back.
Thats when the beating starts, arms come punching
And kicking.
Ropes tie, your stuck in time.
"Fight back" says the voice in your head.
Choking your attacker in your hands, you scream and cry.
You wake up, with a pillow in your hands.
3:00 AM the clock says...
Guess you're not getting any sleep tonight..
Falling deep into your covers, everyday is a day in hell.
You look up to the ceiling and reach but no light can be seen.
And your weeping is your only comfort.
This is what it feels like to live in the life of me.
The tears that come, from where you don't know.
Weep, Weep, every night to look at the creeping sky.
Wake, Wake no more sleeping tonight.
Sitting in the dark, with your fake walls, a fake family.
Images that blurr, here we go back to the past.
"IM GOING TO FUCKING RAPE YOU" is all you hear.
Your ear drums pounding, your heart is screaming-
"NO PLEASE DON'T " is what you yell back.
Thats when the beating starts, arms come punching
And kicking.
Ropes tie, your stuck in time.
"Fight back" says the voice in your head.
Choking your attacker in your hands, you scream and cry.
You wake up, with a pillow in your hands.
3:00 AM the clock says...
Guess you're not getting any sleep tonight..
Falling deep into your covers, everyday is a day in hell.
You look up to the ceiling and reach but no light can be seen.
And your weeping is your only comfort.
This is what it feels like to live in the life of me.
Published 21st May 2016
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