Casualties

Casualties are often hard to avoid.

Starting strong in life,

soon after middle school ends.

You either

become one yourself

or

you took part in turning 

someone into yours.

Every argument,

Every ill-mannered comment or remark,

Every broken heart 

results in an inevitable casualty.

Pretty much

every situation

ends with casualties left behind.

The intentional situations

like a shootout with victims already

in mind

ends with the most and 

is usually commented by a casualty themselves.

The non-deliberate situations

in my opinion, 

are the worst.

Still committed by casualties themselves,

However,

this time

their mouth like guns

just accidentally fired off and

severely wounding another person.

Now like blood leaving wounds,

tears are leaving their eyes,

in big uncontrollable, unstoppable globs.

Unlike wounds,

time isn't always to help heal.

No,

instead of gotten gauze,

time alone,

time to heal,

time without closure

is like a branding iron

to the wound,

while the brain is hot-wired to an

aux cord

constantly replaying

the reminder of why they're no longer

seated safely on the bench

out of the way,

but

Yet make dab in the middle of the war

no one knew was even taking place.

Now when you look outside

you see the casualties and 

the casualty manufacturer.

You see your people in front of the gun and the one pulling the trigger.

You see the aftereffects in the fear of the casualties rebelling.

You see it, 

You watch it,

You're apart of it,

Yet,

you have enough courage to dream to be above it.

Casualties

they're extremely hard to avoid.

Either it's you who become on or it's

someone else who becomes yours.

Either way,

it's inevitable.