This isn't a story, it's the last year of my life.

Pain

Pain.
Ache.
Heart slain.
Can't breathe.
Can't move.
Can't lie.
Can't tell the truth
Pulled in two directions
Which to choose
Which to leave
Who to kill
Who to save
Which is safer
Which is better
Which hurts more
Which is gentler
Which is dangerous
Which is painful
Which is lovely
Which will save her
Which will kill the enemy
Which will kill the other
Which will she take
Who should she choose
Who should she sacrifice
Herself or the enemy
Her heart or his
Her life wasted on this question
Her heart withered away
Her mind gone idle
Her life pointless
Her cries unheard
Her tears dripping still
Her pain is physical
Her pain is real.
Pain
Aches
Which road to take