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PTSD
A burden I carry,
carries the weight of
over a thousand dead soldiers.
The men I lost,
the men I couldn't save,
haunt me every single day,
the pain will never go away,
the nightmares are here to stay,
my brother's are all gone
while I live with the mistakes I made,
now back in society,
I still feel at war,
I can't take it anymore.
Living with this when
I should have been with them.
The only thing to do now,
is for me to take my glock out,
cock it back,
place the barrel in my mouth,
pull the trigger to finally end
my demons of reliving the trauma
of losing my men in Afghanistan.
@anonymepoet21
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carries the weight of
over a thousand dead soldiers.
The men I lost,
the men I couldn't save,
haunt me every single day,
the pain will never go away,
the nightmares are here to stay,
my brother's are all gone
while I live with the mistakes I made,
now back in society,
I still feel at war,
I can't take it anymore.
Living with this when
I should have been with them.
The only thing to do now,
is for me to take my glock out,
cock it back,
place the barrel in my mouth,
pull the trigger to finally end
my demons of reliving the trauma
of losing my men in Afghanistan.
@anonymepoet21
© All Rights Reserved
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