ElizabethR2007

Sitting in this trench thinking why am i here? fighting in this war, leaving behind those who are dear for most of us we know that we won't be going back reason why we fight, those reasons are what we lack

waiting to go over the top wondering why i am here, makes my brain want to pop thinking and thinking there must be a point not wanting to disappoint they lie telling you everyone will be proud but our voices won't be heard again never again will they be loud so now I'm going over dieing for no good cause as i go over, i step, i pause but then i realize, i can't turn back now then I hit the ground with forceful power not knowing why or how I sit here waiting, waiting to die I sit here wondering, wondering why I sit here thinking trying not to cry