Left On Repeat

In a past life I joined the military. Joined for all the right reasons. To fight for what was right. What I didn't know was great horror. Unto the world I set. I was told to hate the enemy, and this is what they looked like. Turban, Muslim, ak-47. A day Goes by. I now hate the enemy. Sent to war to fight for freedom. I fault and fault until I can't fight no more. And I fault still. I lived by a code of unbearable honor. We will never leave a man behind. I am tired. Bodies everywhere. I am tired. They all looked the same. Bodies turned to coffins. I am tired. I broke my code. Left my brothers to die. I am tired. Was captured by the enemy. I am a prisoner. Saw his face. It was me. I am tired. Showed a picture of a son that will never know his father. I Cried unto a dying silent moon. I am tired. I pleaded to end my life. "I have no honor. I have no code!" and I just looked at myself. Showing me a wound where once a heart used to be. I was dying. I begged myself "don't you miss your son? Don't you want to kill me?" I just smile and whispered to myself. "I... am tired." I see that we were in an agreement. I was tired. Tired of all the death. Tired of destruction. Tired of seeing many people die. Not any more. I took my life. I was gone. And I seen a light. I ran towards it. I was born again. My father was my best friend. A fellow soldier. I was given a second chance Of life. But what will happen to my past life. I was tired. given a chance to repeat the mistakes of my past self. "this is the first day of my life. I'm really glad (I died) before I met you." For my past life was Hell but not anymore. And now I'll leave it on repeat. For everybody can see. What they meant to me.