I sit here with this broken blade
Wondering if my whole life was in vain
For everything I have worked for
It all fell away with this war
I hoped to be remembered
Now I hope to be forgotten
Why didn't anyone tell me that I was wrong
Before I killed our people's savior
Took away the one chance of freedom
The only hope for salvation
I've been condemned for what I've done
But trust me I wasn't the only one
The ones who made this young child learn to kill
The ones who broke and twisted my will
Why am I the only one left to die
Without even the sight of my own eyes
They took away everything I loved
Both the ones I trusted
And the ones I thought were in the wrong
Maybe one day I will be free
And will be able to just be me
But for now I'm just a broken soul
One with a blood stained past
A puppet that has been tossed away
Once they cut the strings
Please tell me what you think of my poem...