I've been home from Iraq for six months

No longer can I see the sun

All of my window curtains are drawn

Left with only the memories of what I've done

Sitting in the dark

Imprisoned by time

My life I wear on my sleeve

My family no longer knows who I am

I toy with the thought of ending it all

My best friend waits to taste my blood

He waits for me to get the nerve

I call for his name "Razorblade"

Time where I am does not know the difference

From Heaven or Hell

So I sit in the dark in my cell

TV's on to silence the noise in my head

I have another new friend I call me him Whiskey

He loves me more than my Country

My Dad tries to talk to me

But I am blinded by my own misery

Lost in my own endless desert storm

My soul lost to the wind that keeps me

In a constant whirlwind too fast to land

My legs no longer can reach the floor

So I sit in this wheelchair

And I call for my new best friend Whiskey

"Hey Asshole pour me another “

It's a new day maybe

But I'm no longer sure

If it's night or day

So I pour another drink

Whisky is laughing at me

My family tries to tell me it's ok

But they all have their legs

So I wait until they are all gone

Call for my new best friend "Razorblade"

He's been waiting all this time

And Whiskey has given the nerve

it took six months to figure it out

YOU DON'T KNOW ME...........

Written By: Ruby Alexandra Beloz

RAB.........© 05/06/2007

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