I've seen
better days.
I've been
in better states.
Days without
inner decay.
Held together
by better bindings
than fading
splintered sanity.
I feel
the painful disconnect
from you;
steering clear
of what was
once ours.


I've lived
and died
while still alive
and doomed
to walk
this earth
a dead man.

I'm not strong enough
to fight for my happiness.
But I try everyday;
I fight myself to feel okay.
But should fate one day decide
that I must lose the bout,
then perhaps
it would be my time to rest.
I think I deserve it, after all
I did try my best.
But for as long
as my breath fills my lung
and I can curl my fist
I will fight.
Then maybe, one day I'll win
the happiness I so wish.

Every route I take,
From school to home to leisure
Is sprinkled with your memories.
It’s frightening.

I can’t seem to escape
This kind of agony and despair.
Tracing the ghosts of our footsteps
And a life we used to share.

When I look at the memories
It’s like they stare right back.
Tearing off parts of my soul
In silent attacks.

And I make my way
Through empty days.
Starting to lose all care
For a life I ache to share.