My Battle

How war can affect the hope people had

I keep reminding myself that I’ll make it through the day,

With my shadow as my only companion,

My family long since dead,

How much longer will I survive?

Till a bullet pierces my heart?

Till my stomach turns to dust?

If I stopped trying I would be dead,

Maybe that will be for the better,

Or I could live and be captured,

Tortured and forced to work endless hours,

I can’t live.

Not like this.

Left with a broken body,

With a lost soul.

No one will take me,

My life is no longer worth saving.

Once the battle that has destroyed my life has ended,

Maybe someone will find the body that was left behind,

See what I went through,

What could have been done to keep this from happening,

But the world I’m in right now has no hope,

No desire to survive,

I will lay here crying,

Waiting for someone to finally see what purpose I had in this life of mine.