Lies Bled
Grow up to be whatever you want to be
comes out of others mouths so easily
those words are a joke to me
when you are hunted
broken and made unfree
no future to see
only a past pummeled
and a future unwanted, unseen
and hell in between
Hunted, stunned, shunned, and stunted
from all the wounds
that will never stop
being bled
from fears
never
SHED. Sean
comes out of others mouths so easily
those words are a joke to me
when you are hunted
broken and made unfree
no future to see
only a past pummeled
and a future unwanted, unseen
and hell in between
Hunted, stunned, shunned, and stunted
from all the wounds
that will never stop
being bled
from fears
never
SHED. Sean
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hi, and welcome back.
you made a very good point. we who suffer PTSD don\'t just get up and be whatever we want to be. i would just like to say that in the midst of you\'re suffering you can find a magical place deep inside. a place were no one can touch. reach in and find it. you do that already with your wood working. perhaps you could do a wood collage or sculpture of your existential suffering and joys. its there. bet you have a wonderful journey if you give it a try. thanks for sharing.