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You say a songs not a song, Unless it tells a good story, So here goes my tale, Its full of misery, and it's gory. It began in a time, not so long ago When I was happy, I was normal, I loved music, I loved the radio But then on a night out, with my wife and a friend, A guy attacked me, hell bent, On bringing my life to an end Blood poured from my eyes, nose, and my ears, People staring silently, People to afraid, to interfere As my mum sat waiting, she takes time to say a prayer, She begs God for mercy, she begs him for an end, to this nightmare He looks so peaceful, sleeping, He's unaware, His eyes  shut tightly, His mind must be elsewhere As time drifted by, His family try to stay optimistic, But their hopes he'll pull through, Are starting to look a bit unrealistic The doctors tried everything, They tried anything for a reaction, But as hope faded, His eyes open slowly , he was back in action His voice crooked weakly, His gaze was distant, He was confused, he was angry, He reminded me of when he was an enfant Seven days later, the police now enter, Showing me pictures, asking if I remember ? NO !! I SCREAMED, I was out on a ****** now get out there and find the offender ! Why doesn't anyone listen to a word I have to say ? You say you do, you say Liam, Its OK, But that's not enough, thats not OK, you're just saying that, SO I GO AWAY ! As you can tell, that's all now history, The pain, the depression, the whole Brain Injury, But why? I'm home, All on my own, To me, remains a MYSTERY.
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC
TBI- MY STORY
You say a songs not a song, Unless it tells a good story, So here goes my tale, Its full of misery, and it's gory. It began in a time, not so long ago When I was happy, I was normal, I loved music, I loved the radio But then on a night out, with my wife and a friend, A guy attacked me, hell bent, On bringing my life to an end Blood poured from my eyes, nose, and my ears, People staring silently, People to afraid, to interfere As my mum sat waiting, she takes time to say a prayer, She begs God for mercy, she begs him for an end, to this nightmare He looks so peaceful, sleeping, He's unaware, His eyes  shut tightly, His mind must be elsewhere As time drifted by, His family try to stay optimistic, But their hopes he'll pull through, Are starting to look a bit unrealistic The doctors tried everything, They tried anything for a reaction, But as hope faded, His eyes open slowly , he was back in action His voice crooked weakly, His gaze was distant, He was confused, he was angry, He reminded me of when he was an enfant Seven days later, the police now enter, Showing me pictures, asking if I remember ? NO !! I SCREAMED, I was out on a ****** now get out there and find the offender ! Why doesn't anyone listen to a word I have to say ? You say you do, you say Liam, Its OK, But that's not enough, thats not OK, you're just saying that, SO I GO AWAY ! As you can tell, that's all now history, The pain, the depression, the whole Brain Injury, But why? I'm home, All on my own, To me, remains a MYSTERY.
This is how I feel.
liam-hopson
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31/M/Gloucester
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC
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