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…