“So much of who I was lies shattered on my floor, broken and even still all alone, how lonely it must be, to be me that is broken, to be me that exists hollowed. But this emptiness is just natural to me.”

Breathing under the gray sky

“When I look in the mirror and I see rain, I am not me. I do not exist, I don’t breathe. A void is a home to me that lies tenderly in my chest. I am empty.”