My trauma

my ptsd keep me hiding My pstd keep me in dark My ptsd keep me from trusting My ptsd keep my from getting out of bed My ptsd make wake up and cold sweets My ptsd keep my hands shaking My ptsd keep my guard up My ptsd stop me from being happy at times My ptsd is real my depression is real 😪 Me acting im okay is fake Me smiling is fake Me cracking jokes from crying Me joking stopped me from dieing Me smoking my weed kept me cool. My e's make me numb My drinking mad me cold hearted My ptsd be killing My ptsd is something I can't run from