Battlefield

I'm standing on the battlefield, my body torn and bruised;

I'm standing in the battlefield with nothing left to lose;

They fire bullets one, two, then more;

One by one I look around as bodies hit the floor;

Then in my eye I see you there, standing from afar;

I start to think that you are here to be my wishing star;

But as I fight and dodge each blow;

I wonder just how much you know;

For if you knew of the raging war;

And how through my heart each bullet tore;

Then why are you just standing there;

As if you didn't have a care;

Why aren't you running to my side;

Why aren't you becoming my guide;

Are you waiting for me to beg for support;

Or are you looking for a chance to abort;

You know I need you but I don't have the strength;

To run for your help that far a length;

Can't you see I'm struggling here;

Isn't my pain and agony sheer;

Please, I beg silent as a bullet flies by;

Please help me, I don't want to die;

But as you stand there still not hearing my plea;

You stand there waiting, not coming to me;

A bullet hits me hard as I fall to my knees;

The blood in my heart beginning to freeze;

As my head falls upon the wet ground;

I wonder how long it will take until I'm found;

After a day will you come offer your hand;

Will you decide you'll finally come take my stand;

Or will you wait until you eventually leave;

Joining the masses of bystanders who grieve;

For you had a chance to save me but you turned it away;

Deciding that if I needed you I would just say;

But how could I have spoken when I was busy trying to survive;

How could I have asked you to save me when I was still alive;

It's not like you would've believed me if I told you I were dying;

It's not like you would've thought I was anything but lying;

For from outside I looked fine and very far from dead;

If only you had even bothered to look inside my head;

Then you'd see the battle raging and every war I fought;

Only then you would've seen how much I had been shot