The life of my life I have buried my dreams with my hopes for peace. I have forgotten my rights for my country, for life. I have left myself somewhere behind cities and skies. I have left pieces of me on the bloody streets. I have shot bullets and created as many stars as I saw on the sky. I have denied my life and left my happiness behind. I have lost so many friends that a lifetime of mourn and regrets would never be enough. I have scars deeper than you think, scars which time could never heal. Scars in my heart and soul unforgettable and cold. Anger may be strong but life is too short. Hate is not an excuse and it will just leave another scar in our heart, it will make us bleed till there is no more blood......