If I Were Me

How can I expect me to be me when I’m shattering into a million fragments. Even if I could be put together again, will I be the same. Missing pieces will forever be lost pieces. Even if, and when, I were to be me again, would I be me. Or would it be the me…

What Do You Call It?

What do you call it When yelling into a canyon, My voice distant, my own echo does not even call back? What do you call it When you witness that I’m fighting my own battle And no one’s there to lend me a shoulder to cry on? When no one’s there to wipe my tears?…

Losing The Helm

I feel lost… As I wander through the dark chasms With a matchstick. This emptiness in my chest… From where does it come and why? This feeling grows stronger and stronger As the emptiness grows wider and wider. My emptiness grows in me. I know my purpose but I can’t reach it. Or rather, I…

Drifting Away

  I feel like going far away, without telling a soul.I feel like being lost on purpose…wondering off to nowhere.I feel like being a star, just not a well-known star, just an unknown planet, shimmering across the night sky.I feel like residing in the torn pages of ancient scripts, left untouched.I want to be lost…