Being a veteran doesn't mean being wise
it means losing emotion
you stop feeling pain, sorrow, love, happiness
hell, you stop feeling, plain and simple
you bury your conscious so deep 6 feet won't do it
you've got to dig to the center of the earth to find traces of it
you bottle your feelings like bullets in a magazine
waiting to fire and hurt someone
whether you meant to or not
you don't want to leave your house
you don't want to socialize
you sit in your room
brooding on the past
about the lives you ended
and the ones you couldn't save
the ones you changed
you remember it all
down to the smallest detail
how many holes were in your best friend
or how many tears were on his girlfriends face when she got the news
When you come home, you gain respect and attention
the opposite of what you want
being left alone and ignored is paradise now
All the memories haunt you now
the one thing you remember clearest
was the first ****