Misconception

He comes home a hero,
everyone knows he conquered a foe.
Sadly, he still feels like a zero, 
what he went through, nobody will know.

The visions of gloom and death never leave his mind,
not everything heals in time.
No visions of people being kind,
no. Only towns with far too much crime.

Yet nobody sees what is beneath the surface.
A man young and full of life.
The life seems to have faded into nothingness,
executed with a quick jab of a knife.

The world goes on with his problems unkown,
a world more caring and understanding than its populace.
a multitude of the same disability has grown,
I can not fathom the human blindness.

Underneath a rough surface there lies a soul,
misunderstood with all intentions. 
soft and warm like a dinner roll.
Already complete it needs no inventions.

All the people see is glory,
they dont know his pain.
Sometimes suicide is way too gory,
especially when the knife slashes a vein.