He spent days in his room, with tears on his cheeks
Screaming and crying, those days turned to weeks
His throat was as raw as the marks on his skin
He wished and he wished, that this war he could win
One morning he left his room, went outside the door
But no one was there, not anymore
He ruined his family, mother was gone
His father left, his son did him wrong
He searched through the house, eyes a bright red
Outside he went, eternally dead
He walked down the street, and whispered her name
I miss you I miss you, I'm going insane
From the loss of his sister, she left him too early
With eyes a bright blue, and hair so curly
He sobbed as he walked, tears blinding his sight
He didn't see it, the car with its light
A shout of watch out, and a thud so loud
It happened so fast, there was even a crowd
All the boy saw was the girl that he loved
He ran into her arms, and she said from above
My darling dear brother, don't you worry
I've got you, you're safe now that youre with me.
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Poems by Someone With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. (PTSD.)
PoesiePoems are by me. Inside this interweb book is an abundance of fear, pain, anger, depression, and emptiness. It is not much, it may not be anything, but it is who I am. You may get to know me, if you really try. Even so, you may read if you'd like. S...
