They say with time you will defeat the trauma , soon it will be alright that the feeling will pass. . You’ll be fine as long as you hang on tight .

But that false those demons stay they don’t stop , they carry on abusing your peace stealing any hint of a break because true healing is fake .

Memories tainted by fear because only pain came near as shadows linger but they don’t help with this fight there too blind to see the darkness in the light .

Wrapped in chains for safety is all I plead but my brain begins to bleed just waiting to be seen . In a battle of defeat consumed by the weight as I’m dragged into another day pretending I’m okay .

They say you have to wait until dawn to see the passing of the storm ; every time they insist it will change , my mind starts to resist as the pain still persists .

So I built a wall afraid to reveal the wound that haven’t healed . Don’t you see the hallway of emotions that have tried to stay concealed.

A trigger so tense of an emotion so dense of an image of the past that found a place to park to leave me struggling in the dark .