Frankie’s Story

Before, I tried to recover myself. Thinking I didn’t need no help. I didn’t want anybody to know. Fuck it, I could do it by myself. But you really can’t. You need someone to talk to.

But I got referred to programs that sit you down, give you coffee, and give you a fucking coloring book. I don’t want a fucking coloring book. I want to talk to somebody that’s been through the war. Not a person staring at a computer taking down your name. Here we’re talking one on one. We’re actually looking at each other. This is what I want.