Self Help

pstd 2

I wish I can take this pain way of my heart I wish I can get better of my depression but no one can understand why I'm am this way I'm good to write music that how I let go of that anxiety depression pstd goes to that I wake up in the middle night screaming of my past I do my best go back sleep but it replays that same nightmare I tell my self I'm safe but the body knows u are it takes time for u realize it I remember the house I grow up but is a lot of demons in that house I wakeup in middle night cry having fear I see that monster who destroyed me now I can't even sleep years ago she does not know how much pain I go each day people say I sound like an old person but it sucks to found out things u didn't know.