Poetry submitted by PTSD on Wednesday, August 06, 2003 at 10:28AM :

It's 2 years and 4 days since her funeral,
But for me time seems so unreal.

I'm stuck in time since that dreadful day,
What happened that made it turn out this way.

My sister, my heart, now that your gone,
How am I to carry on?

I feels so much guilt, anger and pain,
My life can never be the same.

My soul so tortured, lost, and maimed,
Grieving, crying, my heart so pained.

I take the drugs doctor say will end,
this hellish anquish I feel within.

I need you, I miss you, my sister, my friend.
Each day I re-live it again and again.

PTSD is so cruel, I'll never be the same.
It's so devastating, my soul rendered laim.

Could I have saved you somehow?
I can't even save my sanity now.

Questions unanswered, tears of pain flow,
I love you, I miss you, why did you go?

PTSD