I return a hero,
but the victory
is buried in my skin—
cold sweat,
thick as blood,
as a grave.
3:47 AM,
The door creaks open,
the old hinges groaning—
boots pounding closer,
each step like a drumbeat,
bringing a cold shiver
that claws down my spine.
Then—
silence.
A scream cuts the night,
the daughter,
the mother,
they want me—
drag me back
to that blood-soaked hell,
where nothing survives,
where life is torn apart.
Warplanes split the sky,
tanks rumble in my chest—
the taste of rust,
the heat of gunfire,
the smell of flesh burning,
of metal tearing through bone.
l open my eyes,
and I'm surrounded—
the bodies of my brothers,
their faces smashed into the earth,
eyes wide,
mouths frozen in screams.
The stench is choking,
the blood thick,
pooling like a dark sea around us.
The Nazis—
they don't stop—
shooting the fallen
to make sure no one rises.
I feel the shot in my gut,
but I'm still here—
I wait my turn.
I close my eyes.
And then—
l open them.
Still here.
4:01 AM.
I survived.
Barely.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 3:09 PM UTC
I return a hero,
but the victory
is buried in my skin—
cold sweat,
thick as blood,
as a grave.
3:47 AM,
The door creaks open,
the old hinges groaning—
boots pounding closer,
each step like a drumbeat,
bringing a cold shiver
that claws down my spine.
Then—
silence.
A scream cuts the night,
the daughter,
the mother,
they want me—
drag me back
to that blood-soaked hell,
where nothing survives,
where life is torn apart.
Warplanes split the sky,
tanks rumble in my chest—
the taste of rust,
the heat of gunfire,
the smell of flesh burning,
of metal tearing through bone.
l open my eyes,
and I'm surrounded—
the bodies of my brothers,
their faces smashed into the earth,
eyes wide,
mouths frozen in screams.
The stench is choking,
the blood thick,
pooling like a dark sea around us.
The Nazis—
they don't stop—
shooting the fallen
to make sure no one rises.
I feel the shot in my gut,
but I'm still here—
I wait my turn.
I close my eyes.
And then—
l open them.
Still here.
4:01 AM.
I survived.
Barely.
My heart goes out to anyone who has faced this kind of pain. You are not alone. The weight you carry is real, but survival is strength. Healing takes time, and though it may feel far off, it is possible. You matter. Keep moving forward, even if just a step at a time. You are not defined by your scars.
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