Lost
So often anymore I question existence,
the inequality of mental and physical resistance.
Too hard on myself, I always feel broken.
Or is it those around me,
their words uncared for when spoken?
My exterior fights, lets you know I’m strong
but the subconscious sometimes lags
and doesn’t follow along.
LOST.
In war the bloodshed is said to be justified
But I fail to see the difference with punishable homicide
If you hold no weapon, your not cleared as a killer
You uttered the commands, negotiated and became the dealer.
The victor writes history, you seek to be an author

But where is your soul?
LOST.
I knew it was wrong but decided to do it anyway.
Now I struggle to keep the feelings of guilt at bay
Does it right my wrong to feel this sorry and ashame?
After all they say life just a game.
Instead of 1st I placed 2nd .
Yet it still means I…
LOST