My poems, And Random Stuff

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.

-Aliveindead