Post Traumatic Poetry

M. Hopeless Edward

20 August 2024

Syringe Or Survival

combat to crazy,
Result of how war and love made me,
Lost and lonely hurting for happy 
Survivors guilt, self destruct til all I have is agony 

Music stops, 
outta my hand the Syringe slowly slips 
Last thought spent thinking, 
My life was meant for more than this
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