Christos Largatzis

It doesn't really matter if we say we're okay, The world is falling on top of our heads the weight of it brings us down to our knees until we're wishing we were dead. There's this tight choking pain in our throats a heaviness filling in our chests, We think a hundred thoughts remember our few memories we're doing everything wrong, leaving our regrets to fill our hearts. Sometimes we like to think that the pain isn't real, just part of our imagination we want the pain so bad to distract us from our memories. In my memory, there's a blank where your face should be there's that grave I fear so much, It haunts the moments where you used to smile where I'd see your face everyday it didn't matter through bad times or good. But now a blank empty memory, is what replaces that.