Face Yourself

I can't fix you,in your world all alone,haunted and screaming,insanity prone.Where do you go,when you're lost in your eyes? Is it so far away,you are trapped there inside? Come out with lies that sound better than truth,because people can't hear,of your horrible abuse,misused and scared so,they cannot see,that you are not in control of the PTSD.It's not my fault,either,for that I am sure,I did not know you when I knocked on the door.-Celeste