The writer wrote and got it
written larger.
It was pretty good, you know,
talking about shrapnel and using
words no one really uses
in those situations.
It was sad and made me
think about life
It was beautiful and made me
see farther
I think he got it wrong though,
like the part when,
and i heard it before like the whole
"seeing your friends perish"
no, not it.
not it
you don't think like that,
because you look at someone else and say
"wow, he got fucked up" and then
" I'm really glad it wasn't me"
It's going to be me and no one is really
going to give a shit.
Sure, the feeling passes and you might
have some tears and pour liquor on the ground
but the feeling comes back
that you aren't a good person
and never will be
and you get to keep that
and you get to hold that gift next
to your face in the mirror
or when you walk by a window with your
kids
