As he pushed me closer to anger, my eyes turned red, and my fists clinched tight. I held it back for so long; and now it's showing. As i snapped, i threw back my fist of rage and hurlled it tword his face. As my rage continued on his limp body; the chanting and shouting pushed me further. Finally as im pulled off. I am dragged away.

pushed to tears, pain coursing through my body like an infection. Move on i must. Get back up and continue to march on. Before; a child, an innocent young child. Now a soldier. The battle wounds mark my skin like a tattoo, the death my eyes have seen. The killing my hands have done.
A man who is not the same, returns home but his mind stayed behind. A feeling of doubt and defeat, the thoughts never leave my head, the nightmairs never cease. I pick up the bottle only to make it worse, and after that first drink, im battling a new war.
Explanation is impossible and understanding is rare, but my body is home while my mind is always at...war!

A girl that lifts my world; feeling a love in which i had forgotten long ago.
She came to me with skin so soft, lips so sweet, fire in her eyes like the flame that warmed my soul! Lost but not forgotten, here but far away.

In a time, in a day...i open my eyes and begin to cry; a dream in which i had awoken, my happiness in which was shattered.
As i clinched my fist i hurled it tword the wall, with a bang so loud and a crack so painfull, i had lost my mind.
Living in constant pain, living like a bird without it's wings. I was flying ever so high, and right as a smile creeps to my face, my world came to an end. You get used to the pain.
Pain...pain...pain.