Constrewed with Hate

Lying on my bed
thoughts running through my mind
constrewed with hate
I've always had good intentions.
Desperatly trying to figure life out
what I'm here for?
Why do I go on?
My place with him is temporarily disabled.
I can't run to him,
I can't call on him when In pain.
Theres no way to rely on him
for now the Army choses his destiny
I'm still here...
feeling so empty
so alone
sometimes I don't want to go on.
So much pain
so much hate.
My excuses growing old
there patience is up...
yet if only they understood
but they never will...
they never try...