like a soldier im in war
my enemy is life and feeling
the hole i dug next to my trench
is where i shall lye my feelings
and lye myself in the end of the battle
i took shots at life and feeling
my whole exsistance
the battle i am loseing
crouched in my trench
as rain, tears and pain are falling
heavily drenching me
my scars lay up my arms
showing where my blades have slit
life and feeling take another effective shot at me
hitting me in the hearts
i am bleeding bad but i wont give up the war
till the enemies
are defeated
the wounds are bleeding as so much pain fills me up inside
i am fearless of the battle and fait i may suffer i am alone
with only myself fighting with all my might
i hate to tell myself i am losing
but i dont know if i can win im dying to quick
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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