I wish it were quiet in my soul,
But it's not.
But it's not.
The depression sobs.
The anxiety bangs on the walls
And slams the doors open and shut.
The PTSD just screams.
The anxiety bangs on the walls
And slams the doors open and shut.
The PTSD just screams.
All I can really do is listen.
The disquietude inside
Won't stop if I fight it,
But it might if pray.
The disquietude inside
Won't stop if I fight it,
But it might if pray.
Which is sure as fuck
Better than the alternative.
Better than the alternative.
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