You and Yourself
In every battle,
Someone must win.
Someone must lose.
But what if the battle is between
You and Yourself?
There are some days where I love life,
And there are others where I can't leave my bed.
The thoughts of facing the bullets of hatred deny me sleep.
The demons of the night shoot me,
missing my heart,
leaving me desperate to die.
The night becomes my enemy.
My covers become my barricade,
Shielding me from excess bullets.
As a soldier
I have realized that I can be the one pulling the trigger
Or receiving the bullet
but which would be easier to bear?
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