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I looked at him, he seemed like a kid. Someone who wants to stay home, who wants the warmth of family. I looked at him and wanted time to come to rest. Like I'm in a race with time, and I'm losing it — losing the moments, losing his love. I looked at him and wanted to cry, but tears don't come; they hardly reach the surface. I wish I could tell you how much I love you. Wish I could tell you, how proud I am of you. Even with your flaws, even in your imperfection — my heart sti

Pulse raced. Chill on my spine, perspiration attempting to cool me down. Heart supersonic, working hard - fight or flight, on my mind. Breathe, I could whisper, ounce of strength left. Breathe I couldn't, running out of oxygen. Helpless — yet many options on my mind. Body stable, yet I yearn to run. Confused and afraid, looking for an escape. Escape I couldn't, running out of oxygen. Legs weak, arms heavy. I let it take me wherever it wants me. Then it hits — euphoria or reli

Cities bombed, houses demolished. People burned, babies killed.  Children awake, empty stomachs. Every night, every day — everlasting. Sun shines and dips, moon follows in contrast. What remains is darkness in the ever bright world. Society turns a blind eye, belittles the suffering. Afraid to speak out, and question the evil. Silence is heard the loudest. Silence is the enabler; silence is complicit. What remains is darkness in the ever bright world.

The winds are cold again.  They're calling me,  each one mightier than the last.  The air feels heavy, choking my lungs, I gasp for a breath.  As I reach for the warmth — warmth I've been craving.  It comes with light.  Light that shines in front of me.  I try to reach for it,  but little do I know, you cannot hold what's unattainable.  Yet I leap — leap to catch it, spirits high,  a smile on my face,  hope in the midst of hopelessness.  And then it vanishes.  Along with me.

Wish I were enough for you, as is, just as I am.  You're always wishing me,  to fill someone's shoes.  I can't be who you want me to be, I've disappointed you, I've failed as a friend, son, a companion.  Am I enough as is? Then why does my mind tell me otherwise? Why do you tell me otherwise?  I fight myself,  fight the demons you give me, And the ones I already have. How long can I go on, though? I ask myself. I'm hanging on, hanging by a thread, barely.  I feel myself drift