Partly Tired Seriously Disturbed
Mental Health Matters
Living inside PTSD, it's a constant battle
Trying to hold it all together, but feeling rattled
Memories haunt me, like a ghost the night
I try to escape, but they cling on tight
Nothing matters, the world feels gray
Depressed and worn out, day by day
Partly tired and seriously disturbed
I feel like I'm running backwards, my mind blurred
Screaming out for help, but it goes unheard
Living inside PTSD, every moment is absurd.
My art is a revelation
dedication to the medication
I am crazy have you not heard
That is absurd.
Partly tired and slighty disturbed
About the Creator
Wayne Ince
A military veteran that loves to read and write stories and poetry about mental health, love, and horror, and diversity topics. Boring on the surface, but I hope you enjoy my work and discover something more underneath the surface.
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