Torn, tormented, and rent by war

The pain in my mind is worse than before

Burning, tearing, tormenting me

In a dark place where nothing should be

Broken inside, yet outside is calm

No thoughts given to cause self harm

But sleep without rest, days of little food

Cause me to suffer, ponder, and brood

A choice is made to determine my life

So far nothing has come but pain and strife

Tell a life story in a tripped out rhyme

And put your chin up for next time