PTSDisnojoke

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First things first
I'mma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have been, oh-ooh

Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you think that I can be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh
The master of my sea, oh-ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my soul into the masses
Write down my poems for the few
That looked at me
Took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heart ache from the pain
Take up my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the...

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Pain!
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer

Pain!
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My luck, my love, my God, they came from...

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Third things third
Send a prayer to the ones up above
All the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh-ooh
Your spirit up above, oh-ooh
I was choking in the crowd
Living my brain up in the cloud
Falling like ashes to the ground
Hoping my feelings, they would drown
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
Till it broke up and it rained down
It rained down, like...

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Pain!
You break me down, you built me up, believer, believer

Pain!
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain

My luck, my love, my God, they came from...

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Last things last
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh
The blood in my veins, oh-ooh
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
Till it broke up and it rained down
It rained down, like...

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Pain!
You break me down, you built me up, believer, believer

Pain!
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain

My luck, my love, my God, they came from...

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

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I have PTSD from an incident in my childhood . All my life I have struggled with feeling smothered. Now I am terrified of wearing a mask to go out in public. I have worn one two times and both times has triggered panic attacks. Am I the only one going through this?

It’s ok for everyone else to: speak their peace; however, when I have something to say it’s: “why are you yelling and/or screaming,” you don’t have to holler,” you make a mountain out of a mole hill,” etc. I am tired of having to explain myself to others—know this and please read it carefully: “I AM RETIRED, NOT CRAZY, ANGRY, ETC- LABELS ARE JUST AS BAD AS THROWING STONES!” I don’t claim or try to be anything that I am not-try it sometimes, it is so much easier than being fake and/or phony. #PTSDisnojoke

My thoughts exactly are truly mine
I could care less where you choose to dine
Some beings have life all screwed up
But, we try to be and say: ‘what’s up’
Every time I say something, I get a harsh reply
Having people contradict me makes me only want to fly
And then when I get back, there is a conflict
Voices are still not heard; although, every one has their own district
I have so much to offer or even give
Not because I like to, I am just trying to live
Go ahead-make your comment, but don’t get upset when I give you mine:because in my head every thing is fine.
#DistractMe #PTSDisnojoke

Let’s set the record straight
I may not walk fast nor run
Not out of fear but, out of options
People who use violence or guns are not right in the head
Nor are they all ‘crazy,’
As history has stated, hate only brings more hate
Violence only breeds more violence
It is so easy to pick up a gun or knife
But are you using it to help yourself or are you dealing with...life? ##PTSDisnojoke

Popeye said it best: “I am who I am,”
I have tried to be good but it’s not quite good enough
People seem to care or care about you
Except when they have other things to do
Daily I try to keep my emotions in check
Only to fly off the handle like a train wreck
When my rage gets the best of me; people should be aware
Not because I am a threat but I won’t say no to a dare. ##PTSDisnojoke

It’s not all about you when you have things to do,
It’s not all about you when each day you struggle to get through,
It’s not all about you when many days you prefer to lie,
It’s not all about you when your soul wants to die,
It’s not all about you when the pain gets so bad all you want to do is cringe,
It’s not all about you when you can’t even smell hair singe,
It’s not all about you when each and every day you tell yourself it will be okay,
Just so you can make it through another messed up day. #PTSDisnojoke

Why not cry or scream
Happens to be possibly part of a bad dream
You try to hold back the tears
Not only for days but also for years
Only you can help you get better
Tell them in a note or letter
You see, I have done both: laugh and cry
Only to have them say: “it is all a lie,”
Until you realize, it was all a bad dream; now, do I have your permission to have ice cream?”
###PTSDisnojoke