I think about you all day
And dream about you all night.

Numb
Is that how I should describe this feeling
This feeling of emptiness
That follows me everywhere I go
Gnawing away at my brain
Making me forget everything
My eyes heavy in their sockets

Detached
Maybe that would be a better word
To describe the endless nothingness ahead of me
I've gotten used to it
But I still write these stupid poems
Even though nothing comes from them
Nothing to help me
Nothing to save me


The emptiness
Its getting unbearable
There's nothing left
My sense of reality slips away from my fingertips
I've lost my sanity

I walk through the halls
Another day that I never asked for
I wouldn't feel this way if I wasn't here at all
As I walk I feel nothing
Because my legs do not belong to me
Because i'm not here
I'm nowhere
I’m gone and-
I can't feel
anything

Past is never forgotten;
time only teaches
how to live with it.

The future is not free
from the clutches
of the past.

Past is a mirror
within the soul—
unbroken,
omnipresent,
always there
to remind us
of what is left behind.

You look
at me
like
I should
have met
you
yesterday
or
at least
a little bit
earlier
than today,

The cold snow
My cold body
The beautiful stars glistening above me
Like flashing lights

I knew this would happen
No one will know what happened
Warm blood pools around me
The red and white making a beautiful scene
I always had been waiting for death
Couldn’t wait to take my last breath

The darkness
The peace
No more worries
Or insecurities
No need to hurry through life

It was inviting
It made me hopeful for death
It was calming
I feel my heart slowing
I breathe in the crisp winter air for the last time
And hope for better days in my next life