Member Poem

~War~

I think the pills are messing with my head. 

Yet I guess I should be happy I'm not dead instead. 

A nightmare comes hunting for my soul. 

So I no longer sleep, that's how I keep control.

They said their making me better than yesterday, 

But I was happy then and now I don't know what to say. 

I normally keep this to myself, 

Because I doubt anyone cares and I know they can't help. 

Heroes can't ask for a saving grace, 

And they can't keep the pain written all over their face. 

So I'll just bottle it up and drink it away. 

Drunkenly drown everything I'm dying to say. 

I'll take my pills and keep pushing ahead. 

I'll forget that on the inside I feel dead. 

The Doc is coming to prescribe some more. 

Oh what a way to fight a war.