Waiting For His Return

Once more I have to wait. Wait for you to come back. Even when your home. You yell because I fall, Then you turn your back on me. Like I'm an embarrassment to you.But you never see me get back up. Please save yourself the stress. I'm loving you less and less. As each day passes by, another day closer to saying bye. Why don't you save me the stress, clean yourself up you look like a mess. Don't you see me waiting here. Iv'e always been so sincere. Now it's been two years since you've been gone. Tell me what went wrong. You use to be a friend you use to be an idol, but now your in idol. Now I'm aging. Pointlessly hoping for your return. Hoping for you to learn. The pain you cause has no cure. This anger is all pure. Today is the day I don't even bother. I don't even bother to keep waiting for my father. You told me you'd be back. You never told me you were going to Iraq.

Hey guys D.O.T here. I wrote this because my dad was diagnosed with PTSD( Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), after his three, one-year deployments to Iraq. The PTSD tore our family apart piece by piece. On his second deployment to the end of his third, I was the only one who waited by the telephone to hear his voice. Just the mere sound of his voice brought tears to my eyes. But he never told me where he was going. Eventually he stopped calling. Eventually I stopped waiting. When he came back, the first thing he told me when he walked through the door was," Can you help me unpack my things." Please click the like button for support guys.
13-15, M
Jan 14, 2013