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
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You aren\'t a lie Sean. I know you feel like one. I do too. But I know that person deep down inside is still me and she is okay. We both just need to find the right way to free our true selves. I had such a setback this week, but I\'m not giving up again.
Setbacks happen getting up is the key. Setbacks or easy getting up tattered and torn and stepping forward is not.