I feel like I'm a soldier, I'm fighting in a war. Ive been in battles similar, but none like this before. The battle field is surrounded by darkness all around. The thunder clouds start growing they quake the very ground. The lightning clash is blinding. The way I see my feelings, could make your stomach turn. A hurt that had once had hit me, come back to me again. The bullets go right through my heart remembering the pain. The next thing that i realize I think I'm in a bed , A throbbing in my chest is their, and aching in my head. I start regaining consciousness and look around the room, The sun light through a window pane, as violets start to bloom. The war that is my memories has slowly slipped away. The painful scars I carry with me every day. The wounds urge me to realize he wasn't meant to be. It's hard to medicate when he is all you think and care for. To bad this storm will never pass, this war to try to forget will never end, the pain will always be their it will never slip away.
