midnight, melancholy, and me, singing together, a song of the '90s.

✦•·.·¯˚·.·• 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 •·.·˚¯·.·•✦ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵐᵃⁿ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵈᵒ

They said 'write it out.' So I did ---- And now it haunts the stars. "Torn Pages From A Ruined Heart" isn't just poetry, These are the words I never got to say, written in ink too dark for the daylight. It's a confession. A collapsing. A quiet testament to what it means to feel too much and say too little.