Never The Same

When I lost him that day I lost myself. When I was out there in the battle field with him I watched that man come beside him and aim his gun, I still remember that feeling the step before the fall. My heart was racing and I felt my whole body go numb as I raced toward him. But right before my eyes I watched the bullet go in the front of his chest and out the back in horror, he dropped to the ground in front of me. And I couldn’t do anything, nothing at all. And after that day, I’m all alone. By the time I got home I was so broken that, my own parents, put me in a mental institution. It’s been five years, luckily after a few months I started eating again... or so the doctor said. But all I can tell is the gap that was left in me, my heart beats but I’m not alive I exist but I’m not alive.