Sometimes
Sometimes i wish you never put hands on me
Sometimes i wish we were really meant to be
Sometimes i wish things went another way
Instead of the way it led us to today
Sometimes i dont care and im fine
Other times the PTSD blows my mind
Sometimes im good and i feel free
Other times i feel locked in the chamber of my reality
Sometimes i hate you and i know thats how its supposed to be
But the hate eats me alive its a never ending cycle of grief
Sometimes i want to betray myself and go back
Until i snap out of the desperation that i have packed
Most times i dont think about you
Most times i know that you were just another fool
Most times i know that its self harm to think about a time when you and me were warm
