| The Middle of A War | ||||||
| By Xenta | ||||||
| Middle ground
The worst place to be Hated all the time Trying to make peace Hearing it all Stress irremovable Pain caused by words Hating self for it Can�t just let it be Injured by the words Sorry for the pain Care more for others Wishing for the end No one looks this way No on seems to care All blinded by their feelings To emotional to see Their fighting hurts others Your fighting hurts me You want not to see him You wish he�d go away You hurt me with your words The harshness unjustified I�m torn between friends The middle of a war Stepping between the bullets Taking the hits for both sides Bleeding from my wounds That you all inflict Bleeding broken bruised How can you not see it? All this suffering for you! |
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