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Poem about PTSD |
I fought where my country sent me, No feelings of regret. I did things that were needed, Or so, that’s what they said. I was proud to serve, My uniform worn with pride. My shoes highly shined. With my head held high. No hero’s welcome did I want, And none did I get. When I came home, All I wanted was to forget. Then the dreams came at night, Torturing my mind. Till I wake up screaming, Of what I left behind. In war friends come, friends go. Mostly they just die. And those of us who survived the battle, Just have to say good-bye. I didn’t know, when I came home, Someone’s help I would need. When I finally opened up, Everyone was closed, it seemed. No help was forthcoming, It was clear no one cared. Alone I fought my new war, No feelings would I share. Inside my head my new war raged, Demons haunted me. Until one day I took my gun, And ended this tragedy. Veteran's Crisis Line 1-800-273-8255 Each day 22 veterans commit suicide. 32 lines |