POW Suicide

They sent me across the sea to fight this bloody war.
It was for a good cause, they said; now my heart's a bloody scar.
They caught me and put me in a hole to suffer so much pain,
So weary of this life, now I think it's all in vain.
Now I've come back home they spit on me, my mind's a deep black well,
So taking my life is my only strife;
Please release me from this hell!

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