trinityrenee

My eyes hurt. I've spent the last few days thinking and everything that I try to keep inside of me keeps boiling over. I question everything: my past, my present, my future. Will I live my dream again? Will I ever be out of this darkness? Will I make people proud once more or am I destined to be a complete and utter failure at everything I do? Failure. That word looms over my head and I feel the tears well up again. I feel as though every task I take on in life ends in a fiery mess of chaos and pain. Every time I pull myself up to my feet to trudge on with life, chaos comes to knock me back down. I fight with myself every day to keep going.

He really should have discussed this with his parents. After all, the news had made things sound so horrible with the death of men and women in Iraq. His mom would have blown things out of proportion, sobbing and wailing at the mere thought of losing her eldest son. His dad would have just looked at him, bob his head in a soft nod, and go back to watching CNN. He should have discussed this, he really should. But what he should have done and what he was going to do were two different things. The constant opening and closing of doors brought him back to reality. Though quiet, the long white hall was alive with unformed personnel moving in and

Twas the night before christmas and all through the dorm Every trainee was stirring and was as loud as a storm The night displays were hung on the wall lockers with care In hopes that SSgt. Jenkins would not be there Some of the gimpies were already in bed Complaining about noise because of a pain in their head And I in my hoodie and Newbie with her hat Had just sat down for a 2 hour chat When out in the stairwell there arose such a clatter I jumped from my chair to see what was the matter Up from my chair, the place where I sat And with a dreadful hand I lifted the flap The light from the stairwell was all dim and eerie It filte