Why are you moulded this way soldier?
Every little thing, pierces your heart and bleed you dry,
Why do you feel so much soldier?
You can't take the slightest hurt, it tears your guts apart, and burn your nerve endings down,
Why would you react so much solider?
This heart, too soft, delicate, too tender,
The things you feel, they drive you mad,
And maybe you weren't made for this world, pain forces you to wonder,
You are too soft for this war, and it's crazy how you can feel so defenseless,
It still rains down on you, and the storm shoves everything on your face and wrecks your guts,
You are eaten down with this cold, and can't carry your body, strength is leaving it's owner,
Lost in your misery, you become desperate and pain is driving you mad,
In your mind, you scream to strangers, begging them to show you the way around this cold, and help you find your way into the summer,
You feel dead inside, and yet, you need to carry on soldier.
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Life poems
PoetryPoems and writings from a simple, melancholic, depressed person, who is looking for a purpose to his life. I write about how things appear to me. This work deals mostly with the mind, and the depressing thoughts and feelings that I feel or try to su...
