It turns my stomach. I can't stand crowds. I'm sick to death of feeling others are out to hurt me. I'm tired of constantly thinking unknown people hold weapons for no other reason to but to hurt me.
I'm tired of constantly thinking in tactical terms. Even at Wal-Mart. I count people in the parking lot. Inside the store. I'm constantly planning how to survive.
I park, I think, I plan like every day is my last.
I have no feelings. I'm hollow. I have no compassion. No remorse. Feelings of love, belonging, empathy....escape me. I'm a robot. Cold as steel.
I've been trained to kill. I've been trained in the most horrible things. It's all I fucking feel.
I have panic attacks that make most folks piss their pants.
I'm sooo fucking tired of it all. I'm tired of fighting the thoughts.
I was a soldier. A lethal walking machine. Now, I waller in some kind of self fight of who I am.
I yet again get to beg for help on the the first. Contract doctor to the VA. I get to explain the demons. I get to explain it all.
****, life's rough. I carry on. My children, my past loves. The world is cold to me.
I'm so very tired of it all. I want my life back. I want to feel human. I want to enjoy this world and life.
I was trained to kill on order. A life that's not easy to leave.
Gotdamn VA doctors. More begging, more memories best forgotten. Yet, I get to regurgitate it all for the sake of asking for help.....from the very people that held my leash.
Fucking-A. Life's moves on and this planet still turns. No matter how much I scream.
I'm a soldier with no war to fight.
I'm tired of constantly thinking in tactical terms. Even at Wal-Mart. I count people in the parking lot. Inside the store. I'm constantly planning how to survive.
I park, I think, I plan like every day is my last.
I have no feelings. I'm hollow. I have no compassion. No remorse. Feelings of love, belonging, empathy....escape me. I'm a robot. Cold as steel.
I've been trained to kill. I've been trained in the most horrible things. It's all I fucking feel.
I have panic attacks that make most folks piss their pants.
I'm sooo fucking tired of it all. I'm tired of fighting the thoughts.
I was a soldier. A lethal walking machine. Now, I waller in some kind of self fight of who I am.
I yet again get to beg for help on the the first. Contract doctor to the VA. I get to explain the demons. I get to explain it all.
****, life's rough. I carry on. My children, my past loves. The world is cold to me.
I'm so very tired of it all. I want my life back. I want to feel human. I want to enjoy this world and life.
I was trained to kill on order. A life that's not easy to leave.
Gotdamn VA doctors. More begging, more memories best forgotten. Yet, I get to regurgitate it all for the sake of asking for help.....from the very people that held my leash.
Fucking-A. Life's moves on and this planet still turns. No matter how much I scream.
I'm a soldier with no war to fight.