war part 3

Finishing the war. It's come to an end. Life as took its toll Now I may rest. But I feel guilty. Tho i may rest. throughout my story. All of the deaths, They could be prevented, They rest. Surviving in something, That they did their best. I do not blame them, For it was a mess. I share this story with you. In my death bed. I get out, A funeral or two. I new life, Someone brand new. I leave with cards. I wish you farewell. Wall, I sit here and write my will. Thinking about what to do. I will disappear, For the guilt I feel. I will not say goodbye. But for the things I have left. It's all for you, now I may rest. I take my time. Now I disappear. It was my fault, my depression in near, Now I may jump. Off the side of a boat. And tell you my life, Wasn't as good as yours, I stood for long, with no surrender. My heart being tender, I now rest, With not a mess left over.