One

I am just one.
Feelings I can’t express.
Deaf, dumb, and blind.
To me death would be best.
I don’t know if I’m depressed,
Lonely,
Sad,
Or scared.
Am I mad, crazy, insane or feared.

Tell me soul,
“ where is the ladder leading out of this hole”.

Some days I feel young,
some days I feel old.
In a war induced lull.
Trying to be bold.
The hard ships we endure,
are part of life so I’m told

But no more,
can my pain Be bought or sold.

Unable to tell you to pull the plug.

I have to lye here 
and grow green with mould.

( lye is not spelled wrong it means leaching liquid from wood ashes or somthing)