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If only I knew what to do with my life and everything else that comes my way There be no problems, no crossroads, just me in a daze Thinking about the next step, everyone just on the lookout …to see if I fail or if I fall out There’s days I wish I could relive again, sometimes those moments are just forgotten but not the end My body shivers, shakes every single nite and this is the reality and not your life I just can’t imagine leaving my girls alone, they need their mami and I need my home Nine years ago I had a Battalion but now I’m alone, with my feelings in my hand and no one to hold The explanation I give become excuses…every day I sit and think, this is abusive The memories are unimaginable, too hard to bare, the moments are just full of despair I want to be normal, I want to feel free, but the reality is now I’m just low key Sleep, very little I get, anxiety is all I dread…I hate to see the clock tick tock with every single breath Boom!!! The sounds of my heart… cause all the noise around me begins to dart…in every direction my body wants to jump, protect what is mines and never give up This is my life and not yours to worry, so please don’t feel sorry, just know this is my story There are days I cry, there’s days I drink…just like there are days I want to sink To the bottomless pit, where no one can find me, because as long I’m out of sight, there’ll be no battles to fight and no more tears to dry I’m not asking for friendship, I am simply requesting RESPECT We made this choice and the world pretends, I just don’t comprehend But I guess it’s not the world that we need to fault, let’s come together as Vets and prove them wrong!
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Comments (3)

Miss Independent
<p>These words dig deep into the soul... great message!</p>
Reinanena
Thanks that means a lot
MVP-Most Valuable Poet
respect is what one earns no one doesn't deserve to be mistreated in any way- u are worthy i felt each word emotionally driven just know u have a friend in me

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