Give me a brush so that I may paint,
A beautiful tragedy that will inevitably make you faint.
I call it beautiful, but frankly its quite quaint,
After you see it, it'll leave your mind with an undesirable taint.
What you will see, still causes me pain today,
Along with the demons that still has rein over me day after day.
I've spilt blood, sacrificed my life, gave love, all in hopes to fight,
But they never cease to haunt me, and I still wake up screaming at night.
I barely get any sleep anymore, though I'm always drained inside.
I don't know what to do anymore, I've sought help, but they can't cure the pain in my mind.
I'm always anxious that everything I've experienced will find a way to return,
And my life will once again take a turn as my world flips and begins to burn.
I pray I find peace from these thoughts I cannot deter,
And to get rid of this disease that has struck deeper than a bur.
Maybe if I end it, everything will all become a blur,
So tell my family I love them, and shield their eyes from what's about to occur.
