In my veiny skeletal  hands, is a war
One which I did not start
Just a innocent bystander
Watching my solid foundation turn into powder
Reeled in involuntarily
Siding with one party
Making an enemy of myself to the other party
A war which wasn't mine
A war I was not shielded  from
A war that ended long ago
In my mind the war is still alive
I know not why I carry it with me

Like the scars on the  flesh that covers my carpus
The scars in my mind run deep
They will never fade

In my frail heart therein lies memories
Of a past ought to be forgotten
The memories I cling to
To fuel my hatred
Like pouring diesel into a burning fire
Sustaining this fury that burns inside of me
Lugging resentment like that massive suitcase too big for you to carry

Forever the oversensitive one
These overwhelming emotions are taking over
From here on now rationality  has been lost

This war will be my demise
Bitterness in an incurable sickness