The What in the White Noise

White noise and chickens all I hearAll I feel is fearAll I know and feelAll I am never was realWhat else can I doWhen I look in the mirror, I don't know you PTSDHas always been meBlood comes out when I CRYBecause all I am is a lie The Lord deliveredDelivered meFrom this swallowing seaBut the flesh knows no other waySo through razor blades I crawl each dayGashes take pieces of my lifeAnd each breath a strifeWhat do I do when I can not trustTrust evenInYou. Sean