Daddy doesn't talk much,
He sits in his room.
Daddy doesn't talk much,
He keeps the curtains closed.
Daddy doesn't talk much
Since he came home.
He sits all alone
He never hugs me.
Daddy went to war
To defend you and me,
And now
Daddy doesn't talk to us any more.

I know it's wrong to be so mad.
My actions make my children sad.
Each little noise, each separate smell
Brings me back to my days in hell.
I know it's wrong to want to cry
Bull all I see is watching them die.
I can't go out and play with my son
Forever fearing a sound that makes me run.

I don't see hope.
I don't feel love.

I know it's wrong to stay so mad.
My anger makes my loved ones sad.



It take the courage and strength of a soldier to ask for help:

http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/?gclid=CNDn_c7K854CFRRlswod5WZRKA