Time has been no match for all this mess in my head,
I don’t think time alone will ever heal this pain that just won’t mend.
my heart aches,
can you see this PTSD when you look at me?
Is this my fate?
I break and I bend until it starts to feel like this pain is never going to end.
It’s like Grasping a hold of a moving train while
Trying to pick up pieces of bread soaked by the rain…
Sounds a bit insane, holding on to a train; something's missing,
and it’s twisting my brain;
So you see!
I can’t let go of this train and those pieces of bread are beginning to melt away...
Merci pour la lecture!