I was walking through the forest, enjoying the quiet and the fresh air. The trees rustled gently in the wind, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves. As I wandered deeper, I stumbled upon an old, abandoned house hidden among the trees. It looked eerie, with broken windows and a crumbling roof, like it hadn’t been touched in years.

Curiosity got the best of me, so I stepped inside. The air was cold and musty, and the place felt stuck in time. The walls were peeling, and the floor was covered in dust. I walked through the dark rooms, my footsteps echoing. It felt like something— or someone— was watching, but when I looked around, there was nothing. The house felt alive with its own secrets, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t supposed to be there.

It's difficult to live with hands stained in blood. Every action, every touch is a reminder of the choices made, the consequences that cannot be undone. The weight of guilt and regret lingers, and no matter how hard you try to wash them clean, the stains remain.

Shit... where... where are my pills... I remember I hid them here... I must have put them somewhere, but where? Maybe I dropped them earlier? No, I definitely put them in this drawer... or was it the cabinet? Damn it, I can't focus right now.

Tears fall like rain, tracing down my face, each drop carrying the weight of silent pain. They descend, as if lost, to meet the earth below, a quiet surrender to the ache within.

In the Rain

The rain falls softly, pure and clear,
A soothing sound, a quiet tear.
It dances on the ground below,
A silent song, a gentle flow.

But when I watch, it breaks my heart,
To see it fall, to feel apart.
For in the drops, a pain I find,
A mirror of my troubled mind.

M... It hurts to remember everything that happened to me... I don't know... How to live on... Closing my eyes... I. I. see... What I want to forget for a long time.

Memories and Loss

In the quiet of the night, they come,
Whispers of the past, all undone.
Faded smiles and voices, now so faint,
Reminders of joy, now laced with pain.

The memories linger, sharp as a knife,
Cutting through the heart, changing life.
Friends once close, now drifting far,
Lost like shadows, like fallen stars.

Each thought a wound, each laugh a tear,
Echoes of moments, too dear to hold near.
The hurt of goodbyes, the weight of the past,
Leaves a silence too heavy to last.

Yet, through the sorrow, there's love that remains,
In the echoes of memories, we bear the pains.

Smoking
In clouds of smoke, a fleeting dream,
The quiet whispers, soft and gleam.
The fire burns, the ash will fall,
A moment's peace, then nothing at all.

With every drag, a world is lost,
A habit paid, no matter the cost.
Yet, in the haze, one sees the truth:
The smoke consumes, and steals your youth.

In the quiet of the night,
A pill to ease the endless fight.
But with each dose, the chain grows tight,
A fleeting calm, a fading light.

The mind in turmoil, seeking peace,
Yet trapped inside this soft release.
A battle fought, but never won,
As moments pass and life is spun.

The cure becomes the cage, so still,
The pain remains, a constant chill.
A desperate search for something more,
But every step just leads to war.

A place I once knew, but now unseen,
Fades like a dream in a distant sheen.
I’ll never walk there, nor touch the air,
For it’s lost to my eyes, no longer there.

Time has taken what was once clear,
And what’s invisible, I can no longer steer.
I reach for it, but it slips through my hands—
A place where I cannot stand.

Abandoned places whisper stories of what once was, frozen in time, yet full of life. They carry the weight of forgotten dreams and broken promises, haunting in their silence.




Do you have a place you’d never want to return to?