Refugees death.

This week it was the end of my tragedy.
honestly I don't know if I should be happy or sad, I was only 20 years old and I was murdered by police, frontiers of the EU and by its inhumane laws not because of exhaustion.
yes my family this is why I could not meet you one last time.
I was 12 years old when the war started in my beloved Syria it was not my fault I was too young to contribute to the destruction of my country, I grow up with the war not with friends, memory as most of 12 years old kids to start their lives, it was not my fault that I could not go to school as all kids in different parts of the world do, war has caused a lot of pain for me and for everyone in the country, it was my fault to live in fear, hunger and thirst.
everyday I wake up I feel it more and more.And my closest friend is danger and our uncalled friend was everyday death. injustice, oppression, genocides, wars practices are not concepts I used to read in books anymore they are my everyday life.
Now I have been murdered, thank you Slovenia for helping me stop suffering I have lived in my country and on my way to safety I really did not want much I was just trying to runaway from everyday death and frustration to go to school reunite and see my family one more morning but I have been murdered on your land by your police and by your inhuman law, I will forgive you but you have to promise me that you will tell me a story and tell others who are escaping wars and death that you are not human and you do not care about human rights or people dying and you do not allow scared people looking for a refuge to enter you land tell them the truth so they will never be murdered as I was and lose the opportunity to see their loved ones one more time.