Have I disappeared? No, in some human form, I'm here, holding on to a shattered piece of what my life used to be. Yes, I'm alive. If by alive you mean is my heart still beating... Because on the inside of my soul, I am an empty person, void of all feeling, hopes, dreams.. they too are all gone.

My family is broken. It lay on the floor of a home that once symbolized love in slivers, unable to be put back together. On random evenings, my parents scream, fight, hit, punch, weep. And I cower in my room, and I'm scared and have no where to go.

I wander. I walk lost into the dark clouds of what my life used to be. I go through the motions, I play my part to a T. I don't even cry anymore, my tears have been drained, and have been replaced with a gray steel in my blood, determined to keep me from being weak.

It doesn't matter that I'm hurting anymore. I cry out for anyone to listen to me, but no one understands, no one cares to hear what I have to say, to cry about.

Screaming inside my brain, begging for some form of what life used to be life, in a familar face, a comfortable pair of pajamas. Yet the innocence of all situations seems to be replaced with the everything that I've lost.

Everything is gone. I stopped searching for it, stopped wondering where it went, because it is hopeless...

yesterday - tomorrow