I don't want to sleep and I don't want to eat
It is just the side effects of my PTSD
There are days where bad dreams and nightmares are all that I see
As I am staring into a blank computer screen
Some days...I don't want to leave the bed or wash the clothes
You can't smell the odor, for if no one visits...then nobody knows
An endless routine of trips to the doctor and of course more pills
Even when it is sunny and warm...I still feel the chill
I feel like a barking dog with a black muzzle
My brain...It is an unfinished crossword puzzle
I am a skinny man with no muscle
I can't partake in the nine to five for I fear all the hustle and bustle
Thoughts of suicide...pain and frustration
My mental health condition depresses me to the lowest elevation
And yet...I can't stop wondering where I fit in this nation
Never finding my destination
I am always sitting alone in a restaurant... with no reservations
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