These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

"When night comes thoughts boil stars wonder and we quietly ponder when night goes we slowly grow was it the dark or the shadows only you are the one who get to now..." Writing these poems helped me while i was going through a lot . I hope these poems show you that you are not alone . Anytime you feel like it just pour your heart on a paper , it will help you trust me. Hope you are doing well.:) This is a collection of late night thoughts, quiet confessions, and small pieces of hope. 🤍