3am
The nightmares come when I’m happy Fear and stress bring blackout bliss Hope and optimism, technicolour terror This is the trade off I must make The path I must endure The fire I must walk through to be free
The nightmares come when I’m happy Fear and stress bring blackout bliss Hope and optimism, technicolour terror This is the trade off I must make The path I must endure The fire I must walk through to be free
And though the nightmares should be over, some of the terrors are still intact. I’ll hear that ugly, coarse and violent voice, and then he grabs me from behind and he pulls me back. When you’ve been controlled and abused by another person, their voice becomes your inner monologue. They don’t need to lay on […]