Nightmares, insomnia, ptsd, anxiety These are the things I go through.... revealed to the world for you, eh... Dee Dee detonators back! P. Stands for the things that I hate to remember Fear of being hurt, beat down by those close family members A. Is for the rapid beat of my heart, the way you scared me was no form of art And if you did much more I would have fallen apart I. Is for the nights I lay awake in the dark Can’t sleep because the other fears that stay in close mark And if I close my eyes I see your horrid form draw near me. N. Is for the times I sleep But instead of sweet I’m beat Down by the haunts and horrors you Incarcerate my life into But you’re not here it’s just a dream I wake up and want to scream In anger, you cannot be real! In hatred for the way I feel I fear myself until I feel no more And hate the way you closed the door Right in my face when I had tried To force myself to be so kind You are so weak and can’t admit The hurt you did yourself... mad fit... I’m trying to reach out and save Myself, dust off from the grave Make some sense if this mad world, bad rave But it’s impossible cuz when I try you want me to die! I can’t sleep at night for fear of you That takes up my anxiety too And ptsd see what your doin to me? Nightmares haunt my dreams.