Fallen Soldier Poem by Ronald Timurth

I was once a soldier always standing tall.
Going through my problems I would never fall.
But every now and then, something comes along.
It makes us feel weak, makes us not so strong.

I've felt the torture; I've gone through pain.
I've gone through the troubles, that makes us insane.
I've been to the dark side, where everything is black.
I've been to hell and I bounced right back.

This time round, I'm feeling left in the gutter.
How can't they see my pain, why can't they see me suffer
I'm smiling on the outside, but I'm screaming on the in.
I want show all my pain, but where do I begin?