I remember the nights when I was so deep in agony ... my life force hurt.
I would lay hugging my shaking body hoping the bed would be come a rift in reality and swallow me whole.
Too shocked, too ashamed to reason. So the truth stayed untold.
Was it defective kindness?
Possible elective blitheness?
Or the very probable selective blindness?
I believed the cure was in my dedication.
My love the medication.
Sorry... patient non-compliant doctor.
You could never save her...
No matter how much you gave her.
No cure for infinitive confusion
No amount of honesty could cure paranoid delusions.
The voices in your head, became monsters in our bed.
I used to blame you...
Now I blame PTSD
It kept you away from us,
But if I stayed .... there would be no survivor left in me
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Lethargic Collective
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