Battling Monsters

Sometimes i hear the monsters of my past
repeating all my pain how long will this last
they laugh, mock, and mimic me
my suffering they like to see
As I cry please stop repeating me
Doc said this is ptsd, just how its gonna be
They are the true terrorist
They want me to not exist
Please if your real come an tell me
Is this just a terrible memory
They tell me to go off your self
My bible lies on my Shelf
When i look at it I remember
Your birth in December
An the day you died on that cross
Your my strength in great loss
I quote Corinthians in my head
Say my prayer before bed
You are there my divine counselor, jesus
An when no one sees us
You are always there
With love to show you care

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Its about the battle some one faces with ptsd which can often feel like your battling the demons of your past daily.