Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)

    Another additional anxiety occurs in my clear dome, Stayed all night quietly offers my inner demon in her home, Literally I deny her dynasty to stay in my penal throne, But it’s irony how I finally undesirely got into deeper core, I keep on going more creeper zone and a liquor store, To help reduce my grief and woe until I feel my feet and toe, I’m just a kid or boy who goes through a lot of stress syndrome, So if you ain’t my alleviation you don’t have to be in my list of joy, Please leave by four ‘cause at five you pissed my mind, I don’t care if it is 6 or 9 I’m just tryna fix my mind, So I could read a mind through the night and add some inner rhyme, But it all ruined somebody shouted it’s a dinner time, But I just had this PTSD eating all inside of my HEAD, Do me a favor leave a food on a table I went crazy but inner voice said be steady, Can’t hold this any longer they said my death bed be ready, But I can’t die this way said he.