Even in these walls
I don't feel safe
The people here are like a bombs
That could detonate any moment
I have to crouch down
Or I will be blown into pieces
But I just HAD to stretch my back
And that's when I was broken
Into unintelligible fragments
That disintegrates every second
Until I became dust
Once I go to sleep
It all goes back to normal
Like it was a dream
But the difference is
Dreams don't hurt
And when I wake up
I put on this normal facade
And surprisingly, it works
But
No one can put a broken vase back together if all that's left is dust
Bombs will not stop being bombs
Dust will not stop being dust
