You want to know how I broke:

You insisted that I fought, every time that I tried to breathe and compose myself, you only repeated that I had to fight. That I shouldn’t stop because everything had a value so tell me: Where is the value when it’s midnight and my eyes can’t dream?

Explain to me, how is it that I beg you for a hug but you push me to war? You say that I’m almost there, that I might win, and every parent sacrifices their child for a greater good that even they don’t know. 

So please tell me

if you insist that I shouldn’t give up

What do I win?

What is the victory in this march that you keep insisting on? When my bones are tired of feeling the cold of the coffins of my family. 

And, do you want to know why I scream at you while I’m dying?

It’s easy, when I begged you to please see how my lungs were thorns in the soul, that you saw how I spent my fight in the first five hundred fights with you and everyone, which turned me into an illusion of the desert,

you just gave me a speech of how to win while I was looking for air.

TA.