Nobody understands the fear and unsatisfaction in my eyes. While I lie there and cry discomfort and pain on their face. Ill be ok I say. When what I want is to cry, someone to hold me and say everything will be fine. I will no longer be a soldier. I will hang my head high and do as I please. I will remember the fallen, forgive the dead and think of memories past. Because that my friends is who I am. I will never forgive and apologies for the man I am. For the man I am is bacause of my past, my heartache and my troubles. I am in my eyes a legend. Someone who holds on to the past because it made me who I am. Someone who wallows in self pity because for those of you who see weekness I see strength. If you can live through sorrow you can survive anything. I care, I love, and I shall live on. Mark my words, I will be proud and make you all proud of the man I become, I shall never let you down. Sincerely yours, the demon who no longer contols the man I want to become
Posted on: Sat, 08 Mar 2014 10:27:24 +0000
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