Painandbeauty Stories

This is not a story. This is a book for my own selfish reasons and all for my benefit. I will write about extremely random stuff and only when I feel like it. I'm treating this as somehow like a diary but less detailed since you guys will be reading it and I wouldn't want to be such an open book. So take a peek.

This is me-broken, stitched together, bleeding into every word I write. Every shard of my mind, every memory I try to erase, every piece of my heart I thought I lost-it's all here. No filters, no sugar, no pretending. I've been on the edge, staring into emptiness, watching myself dissolve and rebuild, feeling the weight of every loss, every betrayal, every late-night fight with my own mind. I've fallen, I've cried, I've been hollow, I've been loud, I've been silent. And yet, here I am, scribbling chaos onto the page, trying to make sense of it all. This is not just poetry-it's survival, it's defiance, it's the fragments of me refusing to disappear. Every word is a piece of my soul, every line a scar I'm proud to show. Raw. Unfiltered. Real. If you've ever been at the edge, if you've ever felt unseen, if you've ever wrestled with your own darkness, this is for you. Welcome to the shards of me.

When Roselyn was a child, she wrote a letter to God and placed it inside an envelope filled with salt ( She'd learned that salt preserves things, and the trip to heaven, she thought, might be long) Years later, dying from a disease in her lungs that forces her to visit the hospital week after week, she meets a young man in the rain. He knows her name. He shouldn't.