Thursday, September 25, 2014


I feel as though I have nothing to live for.

Nothing matters. Nothing I do is important. Nothing is the only thing I have left.

Living is the hardest part of each day.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Sunday, August 10, 2014


The tears come in quiet moments.
When the night has fallen and the stars awake in the sky;
when the city goes to bed, and the clock creeps slowly on to midnight.

Finally alone -- and I cry.

I cry for the sorrow, the hatred.
The pain. For the hunger and sickness -- for the loss.
But mostly

I cry for the children.