PTSD Tinitus

Thu, 02/28/2019 - 15:46 -- B.Leaf

I'm hearing these voices while my ears ring with noises/
I'm familiar with the interior of murderous motives/
I see demons inside us screaming and pleading for freedom/
Feels like I'm dreaming but believe me I've been eating what Satan was feeding Adam and Eve in Eden it was sad that it's treason would've had more but it ain't even seasoned salt circles won't reason with them believe that his son died and risen given the key to the Kingdom of heaven and made it freedom to those that would let him in but no one knows better than the veterans that took lives and met their end in a blink of an eye now they always think that they're gonna die so do I but I rather cry than gamble my life by committing suicide I'm admitting that I'm used to quitting til it's do or die you were right you knew but who am I I am what I do that I thought through but I'm still mad that they shot you I tried not to fight and these demons seem to be keeping me up at night adhd Ptsd bpd schizo insomniac baby save me and bless me these scratches all over my body and back I'm just a psychopath I'm sorry I been hiding that

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