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Thanks For My PTSD

This is a true story.
 
You fucking child predator
These scars I now foster
In the military I was proud
You were my Seargent
 
What you did was not allowed
How could you take advantage
You are such a fucking savage
I am now dealing with the life long damage
Sixteen years later and PTSD
Your fun little assualt has made me angry
 
I bet you didn't know how much hate I would stow
You fucked up my life  
My decisions were poor
I couldn't fight the nightmares
Or horrific visions
 
The Air Force didn't protect me
From the predator overseas
I tried to go home
Get the fuck out of Germany
 
This eighteen year old child just wanted her mommy
She cried for her baby
There was nothing she could do
With ten thousand miles between us
She wanted to casturate you
 
You lied through your ugly teeth
My sword I would like to unsheath
And cut your throat like a sheep
Send your ugly ass to the devil to sleep
 
The slap on your wrist  
Those assholes didn't even persist
They hushed me up and let you reenlist
 
You dirty old man
I didn't want your dick near my hand
I was an unsuspecting Airman
Living in a foreign land
 
All I have left are post traumatic visions
Do you have any idea
How hard it is to forget about the villains?
It wasn't just you
My 1st Seargent let me down too
 
A part of the secrets
The Military hides in the closets
I wanted to serve my country
Protect every boundary
My term carried on in these foreign lands
I found pleasure in loading the bombs
That would blow up the sands
 
I served with much pride
Kept it bottled up inside
Now my wounds are reopened  
It's time for them to heal
I hope you burn in hell  
For all you did steal
 
A warning to all  
Who send their daughters to fight
You never know what's lurking
He sits in plain sight
 
They'll sweep it under the rug
They're shoulders they will shrug
It must be her fault
For not screaming hault
They won't see a bruise
Critisize her values
Make her feel guilty
And call her a flooze
 
Come to find out
I wasn't the only one
There were two others
Who suffered his bludgeon
 
They would not speak
For they were too weak
They saw how I was treated
And knew it would be repeated
Their lives were damaged
I wonder how they have managed
 
My only reward
From this trip I endured
Is a monthly check
To hide that I'm a wreck
 
This PTSD
Is not only caused by war
It was a 42 year old man
Who preyed on a child of 18 years
Nothing to stop him
He wanted to explore
My world fell apart
He destroyed my sweet heart
 
Now I am feeling strong
I did nothing wrong
For I cannot not judge
But still hold a grudge
 
My pill bottles are empty
But these feelings still plenty
For you are no man
Have fun with Satan
 
I look at my kids
And it angers me more
Don't look at them whore
Momma' bear will roar
I'll slay your old ass
And settle the score
 
This affects their lives too
Mommy covers them like glue
My fears take over
Like crimson and clover
 
For they will never discover
The world outside their backyard
My boys are bestfriends
Their innocence I will guard
 
My husband he suffers
The mood swings of mine
There are no buffers
 
He wants me entirely
But I can't give him
What I can't find inside of me
 
God will decide
Whether to let the scumbag inside
Or deny his glorious kingdom
Seeing his poisonous venom
 
I hope he likes hell
The devil will rape him so well
He'll casturate his pride
This old man can't hide

If you want to support this and protect your women in the military
Check out The Invisible War movie on YouTube. Thanks all for the read.
Written by milkysensation
Published | Edited 12th Sep 2012
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