#Octoberfalls 14. Lonely rooms

#Octoberfalls 14. Lonely rooms

I am alone in my apartment.

My smiles are forced.

Sometimes I think I may hurt

my cheeks if I smile because

they’ve been so out of practice.

This pain in my chest is a new constant

in my life.

I am empty. Soul-less.

Just a living corpse walking

and breathing and eating to

stay alive. Not really living.

I’ve been this way since you

have been gone.

This is my new

normal.

A little sappy, sad poem because I haven’t written any lately.

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#18. White Washed Dreams

“Science is the best option for you!”

“You like biology? Medicine it is!”

“Computer science in engineering will fetch a job with an attractive salary and a beautiful girl!”

Little did they know,

that with each passing day,

the music stopped playing

and movements stopped. 

The paints stopped mixing,

and the canvases remained blank.

The ink in the pen

dried up

and so did the soul

inside. 

I am so conflicted with my future right now. I had to get it out. No one has forced me to study anything, but the expectations are little suffocating.

#16. All The Nameless

#16. All The Nameless

You look into our 16

hopeful faces as 

a grin breaks out

on your face 

and we relax.

You may not be so bad after all.

*I week later*

You are worse than

I first thought.

You are ruthless,

and I have no idea 

what’s happening here. 

My body aches from the beatings. 

I am peeing blood,

even when I’m not peeing.

.

.

.

I am terrified. 

We had a session today on human trafficking and it really messed me up. I had to write about it.