window pane (pain)

tears falling through the pain. rain falling down the pane.

weak

Inside, you are weak.

canvas

in the middle of the wispy green was a canvas.

Reach

It has always been a reach to be who I am.

thunderstorm

this thunderstorm takes hold of my soul. i see no more.

growing

it doesn’t stop hurting just because you’re older.

disappointment

under the wrath of disappointment, i am nothing but a wilting rose.

those who choose to leave

they think they are selfless.

empty dreams

these dreams ruin me. but they are the only thing keeping me alive.

empty glass-man

what is life if you have nothing left to live for?