The mind is a wonderful place racing thoughts I mentally chase anxiety builds as I wait is this my fate PTSD is bitch checkmate thoughts fade is this the bed I made? another trigger I'm eager I wanna run but love keeps me held hostage she has the gun isn't this fun ? I know what needs to be done my heart is my enemy I believe in something that is history love chemistry maybe I'll never solve that mystery exhausted vibes of hidden animosity I can't believe after it all they had the audacity was it me or them? another thought almost caught but mental pain can't be bought its taught from vengeance of someone stirring the pot best served cold whether you ready or not