Emotiondump قصص

A collection of poems written at my lowest moments, where it sometimes seems like there's no way to keep going. These poems span from seven years ago, to now. A lot of them are 'letters' to my family, to my friends, and to other people. They'll never read the poems written for them, but it's ok, because they exist.

If you could see your destiny, would you be able to comprehend it?

I have too many feelings and I write shitty poetry to cope with them, so, here you go

It's a collection of poetry. Many are haiku. I will continue to add them to this story as I produce them.

Things are not as they seem TW: self harm, potential suicide mention