TIME WILL TELL…

I’m a prisoner in my own life, got a deluge of violent images bombarding me. Oh god make it stop, it brings me to my knees. I swear I’m not a violent man; my problems from the past are years old, at times they come and get me at night, for those hours I’m on my own and vulnerable in my bed, the assault continues.

I try to use my common sense to distance myself from myself but it’s so hard, I’ve seen a shrink, councillors and had tablets. Girlfriends have advised me and mates listened, it’s not their shit. My demons are my own and I must defeat them or I’ve had it. I say I will but time will tell…