I'm writing cause I'm tired Tired of everything of running from one death to another of pretending not to hear because it hurts too much to listen. Every day, it's more news People dying , burning , buried alive , starved , shattered into pieces too small to name. I'm tired of the sounds the bombs...Read more

Inside a rusty coffin lies my heart , Thrown in the depths , Creatures of the ocean swarm on all sides , Chains strong and unbreakable , Its beats echoing a loud roar , Fueled by desire, to be held once more....Read more

I feared nothing but myself, the me from the past, the me from the future. The shadows of who I once was, lingering with regret, and the uncertain specter of who I might become, hovering in the distance. In the stillness of the present, it is not the world that scares me, but the echo of my own cho...Read more

felt like a woeful character in a movie directed by a serial killer who tortured his fragile victim. He removed her throat and hung it from her limbs with sharp knives, each limb devoured by a knife. A soul without identity, forgetting one eye that was not plucked out, as the time had come for his...Read more

We survived, but what part of me still lives? I lost you, and with you, I lost myself. My soul went where yours did, leaving me a hollow shell. They call it survival, but without you, it feels like nothing at all. ...Read more