MHAM Submission - Anonymous

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Post Traumatic (submitted by anonymous)

coming back to this house
after walking afraid on the shore
we were so scared somebody would come
knock on the door and yell again

desperately trying to wash away
this painful sentiment of near death
we were curling up in bed
hoping that one day we'd be repaid


all these times I felt so hopeless
and I couldn't stop the racing thoughts
and I can't help but feel the danger
every time I speak your name

let my eyes rest
hidden behind my hands
the tears make me feel tired
I can't wait to leave this place
it's just another two months away
father, my father


we were leaving with tears in our eyes
convinced it was gonna be our last time
some things I should have kept for myself
but I let the words fall from my mouth

and even though we felt the walls shake
and prayed for the big noise to end
there are still some pale dots in the sky
another month away


all these times I felt so hopeless
and I couldn't stop the racing thoughts
and I can't help but feel the danger
every time I speak your name

let my eyes rest
hidden behind my hands
the tears make me feel tired
I can't wait to leave this place
it's just another two months away
father, my father
father, my father


I'm desperately trying to wash away
this fearful sentiment of pain
I always wanted to yell at you
face to face
when will my life ever be repaid

let my eyes rest
hidden behind my hands
the tears make me feel tired
I can't wait to leave this place
it's just another two months away

let my eyes rest
hidden behind my hands
the tears make me feel tired
I can't wait to leave this place
it's just another two months away
father, my father


reactions

you lay on your bed
as your whole body shakes
you can't leave the apartment
you're not getting there

the bus seems to be moving
and this noise seems to be growing
my heart is racing
my legs are failing


we are running inside our heads
fearing of what could go next
we are running inside our heads
facing the death right from our cage


I crawl on my bags
I can't see my hands
struggling to breathe
my mind is shutting down

I can't move, I can't hear
bout to puke, out of breath
the take off is near
tell me what is happening


we are running inside our heads
fearing of what could go next
we are running inside our heads
facing the death right from our cage


there's no combat, no shelter
no safe place, getaway
just paralysis in action
please take me away

I feel like I am dying
it's the closest thing
if I ever go blind
please just hold me

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