Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Since you’ve gone away
I avoid sleep
My dreams have decayed
Into the deep
Because seeing you
Drowns me in tears
And you put me through
My darkest fears
This is what I have to face
Every night
All these struggles are a race
Towards the light
And as I try to escape
You find me
You take on a new shape
Behind me
And I beg for freedom
From your grip
You sadistic heathen
Let me slip
I just want to let go
So why don’t you
Give up on this show
And lead me through
My darkest nightmares
You are always there
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