In war, you must change who you are, and how you feel.
You must forget your mistakes, and try not to let the new ones kill you.
There is a fine line of killing to defend yourself, and murder.
I have crossed both.
There are times I stand in the barn, and mend a bird's broken wind.
I think I can keep one thing alive, but kill millions.
In war you forget who you are, and try not to hate yourself for becoming something you are not.
In war, you cry for people who died that did not need to.
You can try to save so many, and still lose so much.
You lose yourself.
I know I have.
You try to protest the ones you love, and for that, they hate you.
You try to say you're sorry, but they still hate you.
They don't see that there is another way.
There is only one way for them, and that's scares me with the human race.
In the end, you can only say I was a girl name Cassie.
I tried to do the right thing.
And to yourself you know you did but still hate yourself for it.
In the end, time will only save you.
What time can't save you cried for, because time could not save Rachel.
She couldn't even save herself.
However, time did save the human race.
I just need time to save myself.