To all that is gone,

Beaten and forgotten.

For the many time

Which was wasted;

To all those seconds, minutes turning into hours, even.

And all those days locked inside.

Feeling lonesome, empty.


For that one missed chance,

Just because you were afraid.

To trying once, twice,

And starting over again.

To giving up, 

The heaviness of the failure is felt alongside you.


For every story left untold,

Hidden, locked deep within.

The words and images burning in your mind.

For all those chains that wounded you,

Thus limiting you from reaching that one spectacular opportunity.


To what was yours,

Your time, your memories, your patience, your love.

Where has it all dissipated?

To reminisce all that has been done, and all that you have been through;

The pain, the sufferings and the do overs.



Walls closing in,

Barely any time to breathe.

No energy, a unison is formed

With apprehension roaring within.


A feathery heart screaming deep inside.

Urging, yearning for an inch of oxygen.

Yet the fire spreads quickly

And everything is steadily scorching



Blurry, murky visions

Blinding and binding you

To your own weaknesses


Then you feel a sudden drop

And sudden chills circulating

Underneath your skin




~staring blankly at the piece of paper

which has been laying in front of me.

Words have been escaping and

all i see is faded letters,

dancing around in my mind~


~the emotions within

have been fighting to break out

however, not even one sentence could be formed~


~illusions of happiness,

of days filled with laughter

but all i see and feel is

the melancholy of the terrible routine

of one day leading to another~


~hearing my heart beat

moving with every thought

that fill my brain.

Thoughts which are fighting to emerge~


~there are no dreams at night,

 just pitch darkness and shadows

pounding on my mind~





A soul,

shattered, broken

and isolated.

Weeping for all its

great unknowns.




A body,

emptied from all

of its emotions.

Every one

dropped into the sea.


A human,

who is tired of

being hit and gutted.


and convoluted.




A person,

who is lying down

trying to sleep.

But her anxiety

keeps snatching her.


A home,

which was turned

into a pitch of


And nothing to look

forward to.



What now?

Why are all so eager to

bulldoze all of the memories

we have shared together?

All is crumpled and torn apart.

My heart is ripped with

the little things that

remind me of how things were.



So what now? Do you think it will all get better?

What about the good days?

Have they all been washed away?

Are they that distant?




It is useless fighting it now.

I can’t get my memories back.

They have been drowned with

all of the blood that has been shed.

We have become prisoners

of this place and there is no way out.

No light, just pitch darkness.

I can feel the water filling up

my lungs, it is suffocating me.


Eventually I will give in,

and let my last air bubble

float up, and my body will become numb.






The curse of a good heart


It’s a beautiful curse,

Having a heart

Continuously spilling

Love and care.

It’s a rare thing,

Even if it does backfire,

But it is always better

Than having it ice-cold.