Sulking with Sorrow  (PTSD)

Homeless Veterans dealing with PTSD



I sit out here alone
I have nowhere that I can call home
While I sit here sulking with sorrow
Because I have no place to go

I find myself in darkness
Why does my life consist of this
It hurt because I made it back
And the souls of my brothers were lost in the attack

These are just a few thoughts that I will never forget
I still can’t believe my buddy saved my life as his body to a hit
Why is my life filled with so many nightmares?
Sometimes I to ask myself why am I here

This part of my life that will always be kept
In my heart and soul that will always be a secret