Laying beaten, tired, bleeding, and weak

Betrayed by the people you would give your life for

And only in return, they leave on the ground you die on

They used you, with what matters the most to you

The weakness grows and grows and you start to see black

No one knows where you are

The sound of screams, bombs, and something that seems out of place

Why did they have to do it, you did nothing wrong

But that was another weakness: Trust

And the only thing you can think is will you ever do did it again

The blackness is the closest answer you will ever get…

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