PTSD

Waking up from your own screams
Wishing you could escape to nice dreams

The words carved on me won’t stop bleeding
My body is wondering when I’m gonna start eating

I will protect you the Lord said
But all I hear are the voices in my head
Who knows the last time I got out of bed?
I wish they would just let me be dead

When people give up on trying to care
And you just wish the episodes were at least close to rare

Trying to live when your head is telling you to die
The terror don’t end when I close my eyes
I’m just trying to say goodbye...