Tuesday, July 23, 2013

'P.T.S.D'...by Andrew Soldier. 23 July 2013...Hoo-ah.

 
 
 
 
Will I ever be the same again
 
Sleepless nights and listless days
 
Like a broken record my memory it plays
 
Creaking shadows and hyper senses
 
Frustration with communication
 
Always repeating sentences
 
Engorged on misery and drunk on sorrow
 
I don't give a damn if I ever see tomorrow
 
When I crash out I see my mini-me
 
Holding hands with my little angel
 
But I waken to tears on my face
 
And my voice feels strangled
 
Weight upon my chest
 
Pain within my veins
 
A beast in the basement
 
Straining at the chains
 
Conversations with myself
 
I sing cadences for comfort
 
Can't trust myself out among a crowd
 
Hard to relax myself, because noises seem too loud
 
At times I try to calculate the sum of my worth
 
At times I ask Creator why I ever survived birth
 
Use to feel alive
 
Now all I feel is numb
 
Was once somebody
 
Now I'm just a bum
 
Will I ever be the same again
 
So alive and full of smiles
 
Can I ever feel the same again
 
Before I traveled so many miles