I use to write when I thought death was by my side.
I would write because it was the only way to save my life.

I write now to tell a story.
I write now not for the fame and glory,
But because I am a mess.
I have a pain in my chest.

I write now to set myself free.
So please bare with me.
I know my writing is not the best cup of tea.

My vocabulary is plain and mundane.
My writing must be the same.

I just want to be saved.

There are four of us.
We may fight but that is okay.
Together, forever, we stand tall,
We are not small.  
Nothing can break our bond.

There are four of us.
We may fight but that is okay.
Together, forever, we stand tall,
We are not small.
Please life, just stay this way.

There are four of us.
We may fight but that is okay.
Together, forever, we stand tall,
Or so we thought.
Soon we will grow apart.

There are four of us.
We may fight but that is okay.
It's our only way to show we care.
Evil is here.
Will we ever be free?

There are four of us.
Life is nothing but despair.
Never together, forever, now.
What can I do?
Must keep his eyes on me.

Only one was spared.
Could we ask for more than that?
Together, forever, we stand tall,
We are not small.
Our bond was never gone.

I am a broken soul,
Who can not find a home.
I am on the outside of the outside,
Looking in and laughing at the daft and fortunate.
I can not show weakness,
For I am seen as a constant strength in the experiment of life.
I have been through a war not many know of,
And with it over and my armor gone I am left with nothing.
I tried to start a new life,
With a quarter of my life gone.
I am like a veteran who has PDSD,
Except I have to keep it to myself and receive no help.
I find that rarely my broken soul can be seen,
By those who did not know me before the war.
I am the only one who can heal me,
Though I do not know how.
I have come to a conclusion that I will always be broken,
However that does not mean that I can not try to be happy too.
I am a broken soul,
Who hopes to one day find a home.