The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

No time to dance,

I can't make it,
I've been strugglin' to find sleep hours lately,
It is becomin' impossible for me to achieve it,
I can't be doin' everythin' for Evelyn.

And before I thought I had friends,
The year ended and no one wrote to me,
Those who I wrote ignored me or spoke without paying attention to me, They created wounds in me.

Now I'm in worse shape,
At the end of this course I will not even bother to talk to anyone, I will block everyone as soon as I leave,
I have no more hope,
I'm not praying anymore.

And I don't have time to be happy, or to work,
I spend my afternoons flexing, writing and crying,
The barking of the dog breack your ears,
The stars are falling, and the children are dying,
In Palestine and in my wine.