it has only been 17 years,                      and i am counting to the 18th one,     but my life seems like it has been there forever.                                                                                                          A journey not to be forgetten,             seeing dead bodies everywhere,         people crying, bodies and houses burning.                                      Hearing sreams, insults and guns firing everywhere,                                  all that i have done is to care more about the lifes of peple i dont know,     and forgetting about my life.              My life is one i would love to care about,                       for it lacks a room of happiness