A song to describe in part CPTSD. (Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)
There’s a room in my house
but I don’t have a key
supposed to contain a part of me
How can I be
what I'm supposed to be
when there’s a room in my house
but I don't have a key
there’s a sign on the door
as I hold back the tears
It simply reads
my formative years
My foundation, beginning
my basis for trust
my reason for living
Is now full of dust
Must be mold on the walls
and the curtains be torn
a time of neglect
at the time I was born
yes its strange that this room
means so much to me
can I understand ?
if I don’t have a key
who would have thought
now the boy is a man
that those formative years
were a part of the plan
I spend my life searching
and hoping to see
what it is that is missing
inside of me
There’s a room in my house
but I don’t have a key
supposed to contain a part of me
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