tw for mentions of guns, bullets, other war thingies ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- my mind was blowing up. i could not figure out why no one else could hear it the bombs, the guns always going off in my mind crowding everything else out in the scent of the fireplace i smell gun smoke in the sound of glass shattering i hear skulls crunching as bullets smashed through in the fog outside my window i see the poison gas that killed so many my leg is always burning everyone insists nothing's wrong but i know there's a bullet inside it everyone worries about me how could a teen have such clear memories of the fights and the deaths and the people of a war and a time far before they came to be? i'd like to know that myself all i know is i have them and they won't go i don't mind them, really i get to remember so many valiant soldiers who were never recognized for their bravery or even given proper burials i hope they can all find peace i've never learned the name of the soldier in my mind it's almost like they don't want me to know who they are i know their family, their friends their secrets, their lovers but nothing that truly tells me anything about them i hope someday i can learn who they were maybe that will finally let them rest and move on from this world
