i grew up in Hamilton, Ontario. My dad scammed 3 families into believing he was their husband/father. He ran off with one of them to North Carolina and left our family with multiple debts. My mother was institutionalized for criminal mental illness in Mississauga.
I raised my two younger brothers and moved to Fort Mac and then Saskatoon to get them through school. The youngest one just graduated in June. I think my time is finally up. I've lived in cold harsh conditions with no friends and no family. I've fought in shitty combat conditions and been told it was my fault because i signed up and knew the risks.
I don't recognize my country anymore. Justin cares more about refugees than Canadians that give every ounce they have. I'm not a smart person but i work hard.
You guys were with me when I was in that fuckhole Panjawii. My soldiers wouldn't speak to me when we lost a teenager, but you guys would
You guys were with me when I sat in fort mcmurray with a flask of alberta premium. The other workers wouldn't speak to me, but you guys would
You guys are still with me while I'm sleeping in a scarborough men's shelter. I'm young so the workers told me I shouldn't be here. They won't talk to me, but you guys would
Both my younger brothers got a job, found girlfriends & my dog died. I'm sleeping in a men's shelter and telling them about the new apartment that me and my "fiance" bought
I'm going to commit suicide overnight. I just wanted to thank you all. I'm packing up my stuff and gonna head close to the (401) Highway of Heroes. I don't deserve to be on it but i just want to be close
This is the song i'm going out to (El retorno de ringo: Ennio Morricone).
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Thanks for the fun guys but its time to go home. I pray to Christ there's steps in the snow beside me.
Swing low, sweet chariot
Carry me home
