My poems, And Random Stuff
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Last published Fri, Dec 30, 2022
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
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