Veteran Aloan Poem by Leonard Moran

I don't know how much more I can take
knowing how many more smiles that I have to fake
how much more that I can stand each day
before I die by my own hands
everyday gets harder and harder
and with death, I tend to barter and wait
I can't sit still in my own skin
it seems as though I will never win
I'm just so sick of my own head
the memories I'll always dread
At night I see death in my dreams
And I suffer through it day by day
but yet death seems so far away
one of these days I'll meet my doom
I can only hope that day comes soon
the day my heart stops in my chest
will be the day I will finally be at rest