The world's a minefield, every step a dread,
The wounds of my past, they still bleed red.
A prisoner of fear, I've built walls so high,
To shield my fragile soul from one more goodbye.
Alone in my fortress, I silently weep,
Aching for a touch, a love to keep.
But the fear is a torrent, relentless and strong,
So I remain isolated, silenced by this song.
I wish for a moment of grace,
To break free from this suffocating embrace.
To trust once more, to let someone in,
But the scars of the past etched deep within.
So here I reside, in this desolate space,
Carrying the weight of a shattered embrace.
Haunted by the memories of what used to be,
Living with PTSD, lost in a solitary sea.
