Hanging on to emptiness, Pretending that I care,
My life such a mess, Just too much to bare,
Pills can’t fix everything, My problem to severe,
All I see is nothing, No reflection in the mirror,
Invisible yet so apparent, Nowhere but always here,
Craziness without relent, Slowly I disappear,
I can’t be real to you, Never can I find me,
Each day I make it thru, And somehow cease to be.
Where is Me?
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How old is this one. It makes me sad. It could reflect your service and also your home front. Is it still true? You fake well, if so.
This I’ve seen also with so many of my vet friends. My one friend, I’ve mentioned, struggled with this and ‘normal’ life. Its why he quit being an investment guy and went into corrections. Wanted to punch a guy that was sitting across from him in his office, whining about his stock dropping, when my friend had just returned home from his final tour as a door kicker. Figured it was time to change careers.
Btw I just used my real email. Hope that doesn’t come back to bite you or me somehow. I went to make a new one and couldn’t figure out what email to link it to or whatever. Was just easier to use my real one. Just can’t lie for crap. 🙂 Told you, open book. Maybe I do have some good in me. lol
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Look little lady, it doesn’t even show your email address. So no worries about biting, even when people try to avoid a digital foot print there are always some bread crumbs of sorts. Not sure when I wrote this one, I get emotionally caught up with women (your safe for now,hahaha) and I somehow end up hurting myself, or let myself get that way. I feel often trapped inside and can never find a way out, thus perhaps, since I’m so big, I just find another place to hide.
I am more than 100% confident that I could run circles around a shrink, even if they tried to just simplify questioning to establish a baseline, I could take that simple base line and fuck it up so it looks like the San Andreas fault.
Hey let’s not got cocky here. Just saying, as confused and or torn as I may be, or even reflecting in my writing, I am in command.
Moving on, I do hope that your ride was pleasant this afternoon, and that you don’t feel I may be t etched.
Thank you for your comment and reading my poems.
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