the way you love
says a lot about you

but the way you break
says a lot about where you came from

I am crying seriously
Like ocean is crying
I am tired for injustice
A family unfairness

I am intended to leave
Somewhere very far
To my nation
To get peacefulness
On this earthy carpet

I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.

in my glass
because it salted my drink
and dissolved in the liquid
like octopus’ ink

I cried
in my hands
because his hands are busy
wiping up the tears of so many
I grew dizzy

I cried
by myself
because people cannot stand to hear
a grown-up woman
shed so many tears

numb fingers
but not from the cold

my heart
is just so tired
of missing you
that the blood
falls asleep
in my veins