the proud

This is of a time in a nation far away; millions went for not so many to come back. These eyes have taken more than one could imagine, forcing nightmares to rise up tearing out from the inside. Shells burn through the smoke and the ever dusty scene taking lives and  making screams. Families beg and plead but it's too late for all of them it's too late for me. Our men tied them like hogs and made them squeal like pigs in front of their loved ones , we just didn't care what we did. Isn't it theie fault ?They're the reason we are here and the reason i lost my bestfriend the reason i have all this fear-I let this hate control me, my mind, my growing hate for anyone who is not me, this is how i find the enemy. Going to sleep with earthquakes to awake me every time and the thought of shots fired always on my mind. I try to remember the loved ones the ones who really matter but in this world all that seems to shatter. I soon return rust in my hair blood still on my hands a medal on this shoulder for  the dissaray one's I caused through those lands. I can find no true emotion to share with hope the only ones that love me say i am me no more. Waking to shaking palms sweaty glands i wake up rust in my hair blood on my hands

Reviews

[Stammers]

This is really powerful, I like how you stuck with the emotion of it. At the beginning hatred for them, not the actions, because they couldn't be afforded, and later it all develops again.

I really liked this, to get more reads I'd say you need to correct grammar, otherwise this is stunning. I'll RR for you, to get people to take a look. Raw and powerful.