Inconsolable

“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.”

Lost

“to get to this point of no turning back, i was lost in it too much.”

You Called Me Achilles

“I don’t know how to end this poem. It might be because I never understood war, so in a way I can never lose.”

Because We Forgot

Do you remember
A little boy washed up on the shores of a sea
Who promised him a better home
Than his own?

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.”