Ones who were friends torn away Off against you No longer caring or accepting you You're on your own Everyone for themselves On the battlefield, you've fought your hardest To be beaten and rendered hopelessΒ Β Right when you break down When you're on the ground, just not caring anymore You pray to be shot You pray to be killed For you don't even have the strength to end yourself The worst has already happened What worse could happen Please, tell me Then suddenly, finally, you're hit Sliced through with a bullet As you slowly go, flashbacks of the happy faces come to mind And go as quickly as your life As you're left there Alone At War You lost the battle But not you're self
My thoughts when there are people around and i just feel ****** and alone, but i don't cry. Not not now, not here. I just write for now...