Me, Myself, and I

I only know how to be what I am.

And what I am is a loving, caring, broken man

Jaded by war and deaths cold embrace,

I feel I no longer belong among the human race.

I have more friends buried than those who are alive

And I question everyday why I survived

I go months without feeling the slightest emotion

Then in a moment I’m drowning in a vast ocean

Of hopelessness, grief and despair

All alone, thrashing, splashing

Gasping for air

I reach,

I reach,

I reach,

but no one is there

The truth is we’re alone

And no one really cares