You know the message that will come.
The message that says, sorry to inform your son/daughter died serving their country.

The honor, the glory, the pride that affects you inside.
Defending the country.
Defending the flag that many for some reasons like to burn.

With death comes respect.
Any soldier's of war deserve that.
Even some protesters respect that.

Many times, we get confused about these wars.
Why fight them?
Who created them?
A soldier doesn't have that choice to select.

He/she a product of the military.
They that died deserve to be known.
Behind them they have left a spouse/child/parents at home.

Who will highlight their plight?
And comprehend the reason they chose to fight.

So when you hear sorry to inform stated to soldier's family.
Realize its because of their child deciding to serve us with pride.

There's a message behind the flag.
Always have been.
Always will be.

you smile, in your sleep,
as i crawl into bed
and i feel, so loved...

as we sleep, you reach
for me and draw
me to you
and i feel, so loved...

when you leave, the bed
you kiss my shoulder,
or my breast
and i feel, so loved...

i just hope,
you feel the same.
as i wrap myself
around you....

you are, so loved...

I used to think about you;
Did you think about me?
I used to miss you;
Did you ever miss me?

Weeks apart, dropped calls and ignored texts
I eventually got over you.
Did you ever actually love me?

Did you?

This life of mine..
This mind of mine..
This body of mine..
Seriously..
I'm twisted, I have to be..
A freak
how can one forget to eat?
to stressed for breakfast
can only be relaxed
when an automatic
rests against my head..
I only sleep when I'm close to death
Push my face deeper in the pillow of my bed
to the point I pass out, when the muscles in my body
forcefully relax
and I can finally sleep
enjoy dreams from the time of where I cease to be
seeing diseased poisoness needles injected into me
memories of where my Angel's leaving me
visions of times where it might become permanently
ingraved in me
Scars on my heart
wishing I'd have scars carved in my flesh
Rather have a concious operation
on every part of my body
than feeling this pain everyday
untill my mind will collapse
wake up everyday with regret
that I didn't die yesterday..
but..

You are in your box
tucked away in thought
a present to be opened
from someone who
I don't want to know me

You didn't write, you didn't call
I have no envelope, no letter
nothing to savor your touch
I look around this home
where you drifted around
I made you ethereal
I made you fake

You never lied, never lost
where you tried so hard
did you plan for this?
you wanted to trust
I only hiss and bite

Afloat, bouncing along
protected by the bottle
corked, dry, and safe
pulled this way
and that

You kept me safe
but I broke the jar
I broke the glass
Free now
but without a laugh
I can't see land
I can't have hope

scoop me up
take me back
ignore my rage
my words of hate
I'm so scared
fear and lost

I mocked you
Gave you shame
I didn't deserve you
Taught you love
And took it
crumpling
your ink

Have you ever thought of the life you are into
Have you ever thought of the child you used to be
All you needed was a toy, to bring the joy
You had missed

You see people die, you hear children cry
Homeless people pray for the end of their day

You used to say a heartfelt words to some people you have met
When all they needed was a milk
To feed the starving kids

People are killed, people die, and children cry
You never went to see the suffer they are in
You only watch a broken TV screen with half a light

You thought your own suffering was too much
And that you had a hard time figuring out your hopeless life

You don't need nobody to get you from the life you are into
You have a shelter and a strength to build an empire for you and them
But you never thought of the life they are in
How come!
When you already didn't think of yours

What a shame
A selfish with a shelter
With no aim or maintain.