Nobody knows of the wars we wage inside,
or the inner turmoil we often try to hide.
Nobody can say they understand another’s pain,
because no pain is ever the same,
And that’s why we used to try to understand,
to at least to give the other person a fighting chance,
a chance we never had,
And I so long for the days where we loved one another,
support our friends in their impossible endeavors,
and where we cherished human life…
when we genuinely fought for what was right.
I see people now, crying for all the wrong reasons,
and it’s near impossible to ever please them,
because they’ve lost their humanity,
in a sense that they’ve all forgotten how to breathe, even me.
And we’ve forgotten the promises of our memories,
as if yesterday was nothing but a dream.
And we’ve forgotten what it’s like to care,
because within ourselves is constant despair,
though that can be repaired.
And I dream of that day,
the day that there’s finally peace inside,
and then we'll no longer have to hide,
because when you’re at peace with yourself,
you can be your best self,
and that memory can be felt,
And because of this,
no matter who it is,
the soldier struggling inside,
could finally win the fight.
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