Put up a good battle
Stood your ground strong
Your army next to you
Yet...
his army was stronger
his words crushed you
You were pushed under
And for what?
So he could feel strong?
Better?
He eats of your weakness
He murdered your army
...Yet is not called a murderer?

Leaving you not only alone but vulnerable with no dignity
He took everything from you
Your army
Your heart
Your hope
Your trust
What did he leave you with?
A reason to not carry on?
He brings this upon you
And look at you now

You Went in there thinking he had an army yet he had a whole battlefield
Only took a few savagely created bullets filled with hurt aimed at your heart
and you were pushed down
With no one to help you get back up

left alone...