From day to night and night to day,
Tossing and turning hopelessly in bed,
Wishing someone will understand you, but what do you
say?
"I tried stopping myself, yet lost control,"
Would that be enough explanation?
Or will it make the situation more dull?
Blood. Blood and more blood.
There is no stopping me from hearing the sound of machine guns fire...
My comrades dropping dead one by one like a flood...
Terrified, worn out, and struggling to survive...
I watched around me, the destruction of houses and buildings,
Up until now I feel guilty of being alive...
People asks me about my wounds,
I never gave them an answer, though it is very clear.
I don't feel any different with anything I do...
For all I know is that my time isn't far,
I can't stop this insanity I have within my mind.
However I do hope that people see that these cuts--- scars, are my battle scars....
That I have to live with.