For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

out of sights , out of emotions.. onto life , onto people.. piece of randoms , written freeverse ; - poems that speaks volumes!..

Everything has an answer whether it comes from ourselves or from the universe. We just need to be patient enough to wait for our questions to find their own answers. Life can be so wicked, yet still beautiful. My journey wasn't pretty. It was ugly, bittersweet, confusing, and exhausting, and I did my best to hold everything together. I wrote this chapter during my healing and hurting phase. alone, in random moments of my life. It took the longest time I've ever spent creating something, through the lowest, darkest, and most painful period I've lived through. There were many stopping points, but I still pushed myself to finish it until the very end. In the end, it was always just me with myself. These are 31 poems that will take you through different feelings. Every one of them ends with an answer, never a question because I'm tired of questioning. Getting answers and proof is all I wanted the most. New poetry chapter, does everything happen for a reason? out now

Maybe you don't know it yet, maybe you haven't noticed it, maybe you haven't felt it. But all of us, are broken somewhere on the inside. We've all been sad at one point or another, or depressed, or lonely. We've all been broken. ______________ Just a collection of short stories and poems by a sad teenager.

I'm not even safe in my own mind. #1 in 2amthoughts 8/13/2018

Writing is a terrifying act of creation that requires us to push past the fear of being known and bare our souls to others. It gives us a glimpse into our multifaceted lives, both as writers who share their stories and as readers who bring their own unique experiences to what they read. Writing serves as a beautiful connection to each other and our world. This collection of poetry and prose is intended for those of us who feel we have lost our connections and sometimes feel a little less than human because of it.

My fourth collection of self-written poems. Exploring the deep and dark abyss of my mind ☆☆☆ Started: 10 July 2025 Concluded: ★★★ # 1st darkpoetry: 21/04/2026