PTSD in Halifax | Love the Way We Love

Monday, December 16, 2013

PTSD in Halifax

Posted on Mon, Dec 16, 2013 at 1:15 PM

Quiet, so quiet
Not at peace,
Look into my eyes
Others like me, they know
Memories haunt my sleepless nights

My Mother she chooses life so simple
Thinks it black and white
She knows of what I’ve done in life
But does not see my internal fight

My Family has disowned me,
I’m saddened by these thoughts,
It puts me deeper in a depressive hole,
To again fight battles fought

My Father was my best friend,
My Mother confidant,
My Brother and sister wrote a letter
To let me know that I am not.

I see people who care for me now,
It goes past the dollar sign,
I have now a new family,
Professionals who are designed to be kind.

Memories haunt my sleepless nights
Memories haunt my days,
Over and over and over again,
I pay and pay and pay.

If given the chance to repeat my life
Would I change anything
I can't say I would for sure
I'm Proud to be Canadian
—Lost Son

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