There is nothing to make things right,
So shall I stay alive or just end it all tonight?
Those simple words, “stay alive,” “end it all,” and “tonight,”
Are the words that ultimately make the decision whether to live or die.
How
Did it get
To
This Point?
Was it simply following orders
Or was it never knowing what to call home?
Was it the days of destroying the enemy
Or was it being an outcast in today’s society?
Was it feeling the vibrations going through your body from the IED
Or was it knowing you came back and your brother didn't?
Was it coming home to the unknown
Or was it knowing your soul wasn't with you anymore?
The anger.
The pain.
The unidentifiable.
The guilt.
The depression.
The screams.
The nightmares.
With all the demons coming out at night,
Being dark and alone with nobody saying, “it’s all right.”
This.
Is.
Real.
Do I stay or do I go?
In dedication to those suffering with PTSD and not knowing if their voice has been heard or if they have been seen. You are NOT alone.
