The Truth.

One day you're home,

and then another you are left all alone. 

Abandoned, gone, and lost. 

Looking around like theres been a holocaust. 

People say life is black and white-

but im over here in only gray sight. 

Just hold on tight, 

Even though the ends not very bright. 

This life seems like a myth-

watch out there goes a sith. 

Depressed, happy, miserable

what is the difference I dont know if I'm able.

18 months in, 18 months out. 

Did I ever change? I dont know, I doubt.

Some people win, some people lose. 

Me? I need a cruise.

They say it will be okay,

maybe at the end of the day. 

Some will survive and others endure. 

But nothing is ever for sure.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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