The Lonely Soldier

Not everyone hears your shouts.

Not everyone see's your pain.

Not everyone tastes your tears.

Not everyone lives your life.]But that's okay.

You never wanted them to know anyways.

They would judge you.

Just like you would judge yourself.

Late at night when everyone's asleep,

you lay awake fighting a raging war.

Battle after battle, no side seems to win.

The only soldier that fights is you.

Is that why there are wounds on you're wrist?