War

I'm sitting on the brink
Of a war ready to be break out
The blood of my heart
On your hands
I wake up wanting to scream
But I know you wont hear it anyway
I try not to let the scars show
I don’t want you to feel
The pain that I endure
Fake smiles come
A dime a dozen
But you don’t know better
To tell the difference
I carry your burdens
As if they were my own
I’ve master the look in my eyes
So you see calmness
Someone who has it all calculated to fit
Following the yellow high way lines
Just trying to get by
But the truth still remains
I’m sitting on the brink
Of a war ready to break out
And it will be you
Who has the blood of my heart
On your hands

 

Did you actually imagine yourself in a war? The poem is well crafted and easy to understand.