By Zuwena, Age: 17, County: Dublin 

I am left alone with my thoughts

I feel free, I think a lot 

I break down 

Because the bodies are resurrecting 

The grave wasn’t dug deep enough 

I cry myself to sleep 

A comfort of familiarity 

But then I get used to it 

This new reality of ours 

I learn to keep myself busy 

From the things that haunt me 

There is no concept of time 

The mournings are fleeting