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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