I feel myself slipping further down in it. The harder I try to pick myself up, The further I bog down in my rut. Really this is just what war has made me. I left home still a baby, Forced to grow up in a matter of days, Now I’m going through life in a darkened haze. Why can’t I think the way I used to? Before the war had brought my issues? I’m walking around in a maze, lost all feeling except for a craze. When will I ever see the end of these days? Somebody please help me get out of this phase, so I can find my way through this darkened maze.