❝All day, I tried to hide my scars But now here I am, looking at these stars Trying to breathe, trying to take control Cause every time I keep drowning in my thoughts When the night falls❞ A bunch of poems from an overthinker »»---->☆<----««

In the scribbles and ink stains of my paper and pen, lie the reflections of my soul.📝

Have you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own soul, or the secret language of the cosmos.