POW (Prisoner of War)

I hate me,

I wish to be nonexistent,

Squashed like a bug,

Dead,

My soul is trapped,

And well not release,

So I’ll be pleased to be dead,

In a matter of weeks,

My heart slows,

And is burning to let go,

Its beats in my chest,

Are weakening,

My eyesight is going, going….. Gone,

I’ll soon not be able to see,

For the pain has blinded me,

Too long,

Words are harsh against me,

Burning into my skull,

My life doesn’t matter,

Everything’s my fault,

My life is passing by me,

In a massive blur,

The only thing that sticks with me,

Is the word carved in my leg,

Alone,

The blood that I shed,

Makes no difference then nor now,

I’d only like to not feel the hurt,

Or any pain at all,

I don’t care about me,

Or love either,

I just want to let go,

And be free,

Nobody cares whether I’m happy or not,

Nobody cares whether I live or not,

Nobody cares about me,

So I wish I could be,

Free from being a prisoner of war,

        From killing, and being killed to long