I wrote this when I was inpatient at the West Haven VA. I put the original date as my post date though I’ve never shared this until today (which happens to be August 28, 2024.) Just warning the reader, this may be triggering to some.

I sit on my bed, knife in my hand,
My life’s out of control, can’t understand.
A broken man, I can’t let go,
Wishing to be buried, in sorrow’s flow.
Haunted by things I’ve done and seen,
Voices whisper I should end this scene.
From night till dawn, they cause me pain,
Messing with my mind, driving me insane.
Can’t sleep, cursed by nightmares grim,
Memories chase, pills lose their whim.
Life seems false, a cruel deceit,
Seeking escape, where fate and despair meet.
I sit on my bed, gun in hand,
Wanting to breathe but can’t withstand.
Words engraved, a flag laid low,
Demons gleam, pulling me below.
Caught in my memories,
I can’t break free,
Afraid to leave,
but it’s consuming me.