Seeing Red Again

Her sights gone red  
All her feelings condescend
Her mind and hands mutilated
Every muscle in her aches
 
HELP stated in scarlet across her waist  
Fingers tremble as she wishes to slip away
On her knees crawling, searching
Just trying to find her way
 
Everything blurred and black as her rage attacks.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is the only thing that controls her  
As she comes to she prays for light  
But, to her dismay blood pours from her skin
She's drowned in the darkness again  
 
The glass shattered in cuts placed apon her rib cage
She just wants to see
She just wants to be free
Let loose from the grip of post traumatic stress
Let loose from her grip on life
 
She says she wants to die
But, she can't go a day without seeing his eyes
She can't tell anymore lies
She can see but, she is blind
She can feel but, she's not real
She plays a game... Her life a masquerade
 
Rage... Blackens and hides her from her actions
Depression... Keeps her from seeing a light
Despair... Written deep in her mind set
Infamy... Burns deep within her eyes
 
She wants to fight.. fight the flashbacks of an unsatisfactory past  
Each one she can feel all over again.
Their what makes her real.
She can't decifer reality from a past life  
Ringing in her ears deafen her  
She can't hear them calling her name  
She awakes to pain that she's caused them
They point their fingers  
Blame her  
Dismay her  
Keep her from a place to hide
 
Her eyes have become so catatonic  
Mind set so darkly melodic
Her PTSD won't set her free  
So she's left with the choice of letting go...
Will she?
Some may never know...