I used to have colors, Bright and bold, I painted with dreams That were mine to hold. But now they’re fading, Like whispers in rain, Each...

I fucked up. Every kiss, every touch, every reckless laugh we shared— all of it gone, because I thought sacrificing you would save me....

The house isn’t home, just a morgue with walls, painted in the shade of my own denial. This bed was a sanctuary once, but now it reeks of...

my skin bruises from just being here from bumping into the world too hard from holding it in too much from flinching at the sound of...

The hallway reeks of gym socks and cheap Axe, the kind they spray like armor, thinking it makes them invincible. Lockers slam like...

I am a child. They taught me about freedom in school, Showed me flags, said justice was the rule. But something feels broken, I don’t...

We were boys once, barely more than whispers in the world’s noise, stitched together by the soft hum of a classroom and the secret codes...