This is not pretty poetry. 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.

in which the words that dribble from my broken lips are for you may 15, 2018 - july 15, 2019

••• ❝ she had a place in his heart that he didn't know existed. ❞ ••• //short story// ( Few words and grand feelings )

••• ❝ tragedy. it was pure tragedy when she claimed she didn't believe in love. ❞ ••• //short story// //Spin-off to ' Heartbreak '//

in which the downfall of a girl's mental health is documented through a series of poems

in which the poet that once resided in my soul is now gone

Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their respective owners.

A journey through the darkest corners of the mind, Wails of the Night captures the silent screams of the unheard. These poems whisper the truths of restless souls, midnight thoughts, and the weight of a world that refuses to listen. RANKINGS: #1-deep poetry [10.03.25] #1-teen literature [10.03.25] #1-blackpoet [10.03.25] #1-poetry collection [29.03.25]