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05 April 2012

Day 5: PTSD Blues


PTSD Blues

Between the wars, I forgot what a poem is.
Between the wars, I forgot what a poem is.
Now I live between the stacks; I don't know where home is.

See, I used to speak my mind all the time.
You know I used to speak my mind all the damn time.
Now I've got a rosary of stories to pray on; to speak them would be a crime.

So damn haunted, feels like a joke.
You know I'm so damn haunted, it feels like a joke.
Hell, I've started numbering my suicide notes.

You say you'd love me if I'd just be more open.
You say you love me, but I must be more open.
Well I broke the silence once, and baby, it's still broken.

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