ptsd

Knuckles bruised, I have to wonder

If you felt pride.

Do you enjoy when I hide

My blood stained palms?

Oh, how easily you lie.

Did you feel justice?

Dead grass lit with blue;

Did it mean a thing to you?

Were you better to go?

Oh, how easily you lie.

A year of nights and days,

Dark and light traveling the sky.

I still see the anger in your eye.

You’re in every scream at night;

Oh, how easily you lie.

I had these lungs,

You had that mean look.

The same snarl when you took;

My safety from my home.

Oh, how easily you lie.

Gun on my bedside table

Security blanket to sleep at night.

Trying to get that sight;

Your screams out of my mind.

Oh, I didn’t die;

I didn’t die.