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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder – BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH

I find myself home again
In sorrows sweet embrace
Days of happiness Id found
Again have left my face
The smile that had been there
Now turns into a frown

The sparkle that was in my eyes
Flames have all been drown
My heart that once was racing
Now struggles for a beat
Pieces of my life I had
Are now all incomplete


Tomorrow is another day
At least that’s what they say
But when it comes to love
My heart just won’t obey
It always loves to fast
To hard and way to quick
No one ever gets to close
To a man who is so sick
So once again I loose out
Again I am all alone
Never will I find a love
I may call my own
So sorrow is my only friend
And loneliness my mate
Then solitude my destiny
And suffering my fate
The illness that I carry
Affects my heart and mind
PTSD is my prison
And there I am confined