Poetry by a distressed teen

Broken eyes

War.
And broken eyes.
All this soldier wants is to die,
So he can be with family he lost
And he trudged through a sin filled swamp.
He fell into hell and came back again.
To fight a war among his friends.
He watched as the arrow split skin of his fiancés heart.
watched as his friends fell.
And blamed himself.
He was willing to drown
until he heard her voice.
Graveyard, names on stone.
Poor children, died  feeling alone.
Poor child, died at war.
Poor child, breathing never more.
Zöe, the Stars say hello.
Bianca, I can't let go.
Hazel, why'd you leave?
Please, please, wake me up from this hellish dream.
The shadows on his wall don't sleep.
All he can do is cry and weep.
Call for his mother who never will arrive,
Call for his sister who sadly died.
Crushed by a roof- to protect her friends.
He needs to wait I till his end.
a long way to go until he can see his friends.
The fates are cruel, dear child.
How cruel they are...