He would come home
With new scars... Everyday
With new tears to shed ... Everyday

He would come home
with fake story's to tell his mom... everyday
with fake smiles to cover his pain.. everyday

He would come home
Finding himself with a gun in his hands...everyday
Thinking about what's going in his life.. everyday

All these people
Telling him he is weird
Telling him he is different

Alle these people
Telling him these dirty words
Spitting him out as if he was nothing

All these people
Shutting him out
Without even trying to get to know him

He is living a battlefield
The battlefield of life and death
The battlefield of trying to survive

But today he has given up
He can't fight his fight anymore
It's too hard he cant take it any longer

As he writes a letter to his mom
He loads up his gun
A last tear runs down his face

He closed his eyes
As silence takes over
The pain is finally gone....

....
..The End..