I wrote this about my battle with PTSD. And the feelings that go with it.
Away from the anger
beneath the weight of the pain
a whisper beckons, a coming change
When the waters part and curtains fall
what's left on this stage is nothing at all
Quietly screaming the angst and despair
what once was waiting is no longer there
time it has passed, the change it erupts
the end came so fast, she finally gave up
Who will she be, what will she become?
Will she follow her dreams or has her heart won
her heads full of vision, the play must go on
the words best relayed penned within this song
Where hollow eyes linger the strings are tied taut
the puppeteer grinning, this was all for not
the bleeding heart broken, beaten by time
the play must continue, her heart now confined.