My mind races
All the time that has passed.
To prevent my desperation from collapsing.
Give me more time
To appreciate my small positive space
I am scared of that face
That I will make once I see how much TIME
has forsaken me.
Don’t you see that I am breaking.
I need more time to escape from
This dark entity.
I need more time to make my day
Shine and last for eternity.
One word for the struggle of PTSD; inefficient.