Истории Coldtruth

This poem is a reflection on the harsh truths of conditional love, isolation, and survival. It explores what it feels like to be valued only when you are strong, quiet, and easy to carry, and abandoned the moment you show cracks, need care, or reveal your truth. There is no sugarcoating here - just relentless honesty. It delves into the exhaustion of carrying everything alone, of holding your pain in silence while the world expects you to remain unshakable. It captures the slow, brutal lessons learned from absence masquerading as grace and silence masquerading as mercy. It's about realizing that love is often temporary, that understanding is rare, and that survival is something you must claim for yourself. Every line is cold and deliberate, exposing the sharp edges of disappointment, neglect, and self-reliance. This is not a poem about becoming bitter; it's about clarity. It's about naming patterns, facing the truth, and refusing to romanticize neglect. It's about learning to survive your own reality when no one else will, and finding strength, coldness, and resilience in the spaces where others have left you behind. At its core, this poem is a testament to survival, self-respect, and the icy clarity that comes from seeing people for who they are.

"You see, I know you're reading this, and honestly, I don't care. I've always wanted someone who would actually listen to me, putting myself into a book, might be the way."

> "He said he'd protect her. But monsters rarely knock before pushing you off the edge." Jungkook thought losing Yejin was the end. Until the lies started. Until the silence got too loud. Then came Yuwon - a stranger with fire in her eyes and questions no one else dared to ask. Together, they chase a truth buried beneath grief, betrayal, and something far more dangerous. Because Yejin didn't just fall. She was pushed. And this time, love might not be enough to stop it from happening again.

I will be painting all my heartfelt emotions and feelings with words. Feel free to read it if you want to peep inside my head..

some fear it and some walk right into it

This says a lot...read and think about it, you're eyes might be opened slightly.

Ok so I wanted to make another poetry book since my last one is on my last account that won't work for me, just like my other account I would like you all to know that I take copying my work and saying it is yours very seriously and unless I allow you to use some of it I will get mad and will do something about it, also this whole license thing on these books are hard to understand so I put it this way thank you for reading my poetry

Secrets were a game. Until the game turned deadly. Sera never meant to look back. Not after the club disbanded. Not after the blood. Not after they started dying one by one. But when a familiar voice drags her into a room that should have burned down with their sins, she's forced to remember - the lies, the rituals, the candlelit truths, and the boy whose name still haunts her. Now, a 21 year old, quiet literature student at St. Verdant's University, Sera Wren, lives in the shadow of a past she never speaks of. But silence only lasts so long - especially under the unnerving watch of Dr. Elias Halberd, the university's therapist. His questions cut too deep. His eyes follow too long. And his presence feels less like help, and more like a warning. she must finally face what happened inside the confession room. What they did. What they hid. And who never made it out. Because someone is unearthing the past. And Sera may be the last one left to tell the truth.