This may very well be the last thing that I do
but I will have succeeded if I am standing before you.
A few months ago I was faced with the fear of no tomorrow
which had an impact on me unlike anything I have ever thought of.
I have reached an all time low.
I am afraid to leave the house and everywhere I go I can feel their eyes
burning a hole through me and I am ashamed of what I have convinced myself that I will never be.
Day to day life seems impossible. Everything has become a struggle.
Nothing is easy while I continue to crumble.
This has truly got the best of me. My diagnosis is PTSD.
I never thought that this could be the end of me. I refuse to numb it, I will overcome it.
I will not let this be the end of my story.
One minute at a time I strive to take back what's mine.
The hands on the clock seem like they are pointing at me.
They remind me that they will stop for no one.