#PTSD

Maybe it is irrelevant to think that my words are relevant.
A sucker for pain with unbridled anxiety.
My lack of morals plague my thoughts entirely.
I can spill my guts on the table and still never get felt.
I constantly wonder is this the hand my life was dealt.
Wrong choices keep my mind in flux.
I think someone keep rearranging my thoughts.
A little O.C.D with personal stuff stored in this box.
The boulevard of broken dreams is the only road I walk.
Sometimes I'm tired of moving forward wishing someone would outline me with chalk.
I heard someone once say if you stop moving
you won't find salvation.
But they don't understand I need help with this destructive path of everyday hesitation.
Too many eyes and ears I'm too finicky with confrontation.
My anger always get triggered turning it into an unpleasant altercation.
So I will just whittle back into my comfort zone void of this putrid world and it's fabrication.
#TheSleepingDragon