Poems (from the diaries of palestine)

empty

Empty and
Lost,
Completely Empty inside,
I've lost my way with words, it's suffocating, I've lost sight of what I loved the most.
Not being able to express anything,
Do I even have anything inside of me at all?
What happened to my soul?
The world washed away my colors,
Is this how I look without inspiration?
Without any shape of motivation!
I'm so dull, so lame, so plain

I don't like this picture, this image of me, this shape.

I was far more beautiful, more vibrant, more exquisite

This dullness that I feel, I can't even paint the same smile even when I try to laugh.

I can't create any form of Art, the world is black and white, and the weather Is either hot or cold.

I'm sorry to my past self, to the child I used to be

I'm 23 and I'm nothing I promised I'd be.