Have you ever had to mask it? That loging for which you cannot have? I do it everyday. In my heart, I know that it is not "okay" or "alright". But my mind knows better. That the longning is temporary. That maybe in my heart exists a cold t…

I have a stamp. It lies right on my face. It indicates what you are able to see. What you see from a first glance. From this you try to fit puzzle pieces together. What race I could be, how I may act, how big my heart is. No one thinks of …

I wish my heart and soul could be built as a steel house. I see everyone in this small world fallng apart because their houses were too frail. I am amongst those people. I was on my way home, to see a monster tearing it apart. We call it "…

I don't remember when I passed mine. I ached right through it. I never told a soul. It was just a silent whimper that no one strained to hear. Everyone was so caught up in everything else. I was never coddled or pondered over. I didn't say…

My transparent eyes are windows to a broken soul. I'm only as small as you make me feel. Beneath the cracked ribcages lies the remains of a heart that was too cold to beat. Arms that never held. And so they fell. She lies there. A body I s…

I find myself in a quiet, peaceful, atmosphere. I look fine from where everyone stands. And even if you get up close, you see nothing. But if I opened my mouth, all you would hear are screams. In my mind, I'm screaming. "I'm still here. No…