Post Traumatic Poetry

M. Hopeless Edward

09 October 2022

perfect sucide day

 3 bottles of pills, 5th of whiskey, half a 12 pack of beer

loaded pistol of PTSD, flag in hand my time is near

put my uniform on, cause today's my last day 

perfectly painted my portrait of pain this way



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