PTSD 4 Letter that stand between me and getting better Everytime I close my eyes I begin to cry cuz' I see my dear start to realize And the pain of every mother who's had a sick child embeds a path in my heart that drives me wild my heart and soul begin to shatter disease takes away what really matters I still recall, bringing him home snuggled in a seat, and oh so warm I nursed, i held him, I burped him, I fed him if an army came to take him I just wouldn't let 'em his smile bright my sweet daylight a laugh like no other and the perfect brother then one day before he's 2 he began to shake and even turned blue His seizure was long, complex they said I just want the visions out of my head who can watch as their child begins to shake without feeling guilty like it's your mistake who can sit through endless and painful tests only to have no answer no less PTSD 4 letters that stand between me and getting better I'm paranoid, I'm crazy therapy don't please me me my demons of fear are stealing my joy as they whisper in my ear, I'm stealing your boy