Please don't judge me
By what I write

Somedays we're just
Wound up way too tight

As we sleep
We unwind slowly

We wake in the morning
Not feeling so lowly

There are always bad days

That's why there's tomorrow

Yeah these days they use the fancy term
But for us it didnt exist
Yes we killed and were killed
But who really gave a ****
Our therapy,  lets go and have a fight
With those who were fighting on our right
Yes, strong words were used, hard punches thrown
But they are my brothers, we are one
Our rules were simple
Watch a brother die
Then smack another brother in the eye
By birth or *** a brother not
And yet a brother never forgot
Yes, he gave his life for me
Just as I would have given mine for he
We answered when our country called
Take up arms lest we should fall
And for that my friend did die
But never did he hear the battle cry

There's not enough pills
Not enough *****
Not enough anything to **** the pain
We're capable of feeling

I hear the tortured souls
Crying out to me
In the place where dreams live

I close my eyes
Not sure how much time has elapsed
Wakened by screams
Realizing they are my own

I long for peaceful rest

Someday maybe

Not today

I feel death lingering
And realize
My soul dies a little more
Each day

If my heart was still alive
It would pump more pain
Through my dead veins

Maybe it's better to be numb
Not feel anything
Dead inside
At least there's no more pain

Slowly slipping into a sleep
With no waking

Resting in peace

I always was under the impression
That in recent times
We have lost touch socially ( person to person, in person)
We have lost compassion
Nobody cares about anyone anymore

And while I still believe
We have lost certain aspects of our social interactions
I have found we still care

And the funny thing is
We may care about people we've never even met
We are still all connected
Though now it's through the ever powerful web

Anyway I guess there is hope.

Sometimes it's hard to remain held together
Pulled in multiple directions at once
Feeling undone

We try to fool ourselves
Everything's good
We soldier on

Wanting to be a better person
Knowing you never will be
Not as good as we'd like to be


But we keep
Moving
Forward


Or at least we
Try