I’m the shadow of each room the resting weight on the chair mouth full of words and the air trying to prove its existence I’m the clown of each party, still never the show as well I’m the shoulder soaked with your tears, but never the tear itself I’m the sun’s rays but never the sun and the raindr...Read more

I'm a lie written like a truth I'm a key without a door and emotions without a face I'm the dark in the tunnel light unable to reach I'm the cold water in the sea the room when everyone leaves and the rain in summer weeks

You said you love me, but this isn’t love if it ever was. You act like you own me, like I’m furniture in your house. You use the word love like some kind of incantation, but for me it is just a bald word, without meaning, something you use as a shield, like a bandage for my wounds. You don’t lov...Read more

I don’t want to be your hater, still, you haven’t given me enough reasons to be your love either. As you walk past, my energy never lasts it finds its end very fast. Using me as your toy, leaving me when I refuse to play my role, judging me each minute with your hateful eyes, expecting I will agre...Read more

Get ready for the worst You said Like you don't care Like you don't love her too Get ready for the worst But the thought itself Is like giving up on her Like leaving her to fight this war alone Get ready for the worst But how can I ever be ready When my body is held by hope That one day I will wak...Read more

When did it all start? When did you feel the first pain? Was it the moment when your body met the ground? Or when your bones were visible to the world? Was it your shaky legs begging for rest? Or maybe the sudden energy drop falling from the top, ending at the bottom? Or was it the sleepy eyes, tir...Read more

Sudden Anger Made by me, for me, and against me. He tries to take the lead without asking if I want to be led. My movements try to fight his orders by cracking my fingers, changing my body position every minute on the screaming chair, pulling out my hair, and biting my nails. Eyes wandering acros...Read more

How does it feel to be the puppeteer with bloody hands, still refusing to wipe them off? How does it feel to be the lost map on someone’s journey? How does it feel to be the question if waking up in the morning isn't a waste of time? How does it feel to be the king of bodies that aren’t yours? H...Read more

Since I was born, birthdays were just a show, with great actors trying to win an award for the best performance. A meeting set on the same day, at the same time, in the place we hate the most. Then we forget it ever existed. The same faces, still I can't name them all. No matter h...Read more

Another night but the same fight with the worm inside my head which ignores my numb body lying on the side. With my hands on my head as my mouth begs for rest. Moving inside me, spreading his sickness through my body. Ignoring his words will only make it worse. The worm digs deeper each night jus...Read more

I walk past and everything dies. What’s left tries to hide. And what cannot be hidden is caught. Caught by me. Every word from my mouth will feel like torture, like your ears are trying to separate from your body. I showed you a list full of names with today’s date. But my finger pointed at yours....Read more

I'm scared my words will wander forever, scared they won't find your shelter. Still, I refuse to give up, sending you message after message, hoping one of them will knock on your door and you will open, giving them a place to stay. But none of this happened. Instead, you left me outside with no way...Read more

Why is my memory blurred when it comes to your face? Why did you hide me in the corner, covered with webs, where spiders were all I had for company? Why did you stop wasting water on me, and where did you lose your bright smile? Why did you abandon me outside when the sun was eaten by the cloud...Read more

In this house, even the walls have eyes, watching every single step, deciding if it's dangerous like I'm the prisoner, like I'm the monster. I can go out still never forgetting who holds the controller, and how fast your fingers can ruin the entire day. I can have friends but never bring...Read more

How are you today? I’m fine. I’m always fine. Because how can I tell you that every morning I fight with a monster that hugs my body like a snake, refusing to loosen its grip, still never forgetting that I have to breathe. My body sits at the table. Hands moving up and down, faster than my mouth e...Read more