My poems, And Random Stuff

Weakest Soldier

AUTHORS NOTE-

I AM NOT TELLING YOU TO COMMIT SUICIDE PLEASE DON'T KILL YOURSELF, NO MATTER WHAT SOMEONE OUT THERE WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU! YOU DO MATTER NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!

Anyway, the poem-

I am a soldier.

I am the one that is always  on the battlefield.

With scratch marks, and bruises.

I try to carry on, I try to see the light.

I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy.

The ones that want me dead.

But I can't anymore.

I've been fighting for so long- too long.

I weakly pick up my gun, with shaky hands.

And it falls out of my grasp once more.

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!

JUST STOP PLEASE!

I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!

PLEASE!

 And yet they don't listen.

They like that this hurts oh so much.

I scream to my fellow soldiers.

PLEASE HELP ME!

PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!

I CAN'T TAKE THIS!

PLEASE OH PLEASE GUIDE ME!

GUIDE ME BACK TO THE LONGING LIGHT!

But they just snicker.

Better her than me.

She'll take the fall for us.

 I look back to the enemy.

The one who wants to make me give up.

Please... Please stop.

Its so, so very loud here.

I now realize, the only way out is obvious.

I guide the barrel of my own gun to my head.

I just can't take it anymore...

I pull the trigger.

And finally, the war I've been fighting is over.

Are you satisfied now?

You sadistic pleb.

I fall to the floor, and finally,

I feel relieved.