Last Year

It wasn’t
just the
end of us

It was
the end of
everything

Xxx

Childhood Memories

I got lost on my
eighth birthday.

Sometimes
I wonder
what would’ve
happened,

if I’d never
been found.

To carry
on living
is proving
too hard

With my mind
and my body
so irrevocably
scarred

Another grey sky.
Another bleak landscape.
Another version of me.
Looking out,
Looking in.