I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A broken child or battered soldier?
I don't see what others see
My eyes look dead, my emotions on edge,
A wall separating me from normal life,
Hiding my horrors from my wife.
Tired of living,
it's been years since I tried taking my life, only saved by those I don't know.
How I have felt, many times, I have knelt crying, begging for this pain to go.
Life has been cruel and yet I still live.
Anxiety and a stutter break me down,
for I am broken with no way out.
My mind screaming, ready to shout.
Misunderstood and looking for a way out.
© JP LeSyrs