Sadgirlpoetry Stories

Dear reader, She never meant for you to see this. But now you're here. Reading the letters she wrote to the people who made her and broke her. This isn't healing. This is remembering. I'm not trying to be the victim. I'm not trying to be forgiven. I am, just. This is a collection of memories, grief, and half-forgotten truths - told by someone still learning how to carry them. I hope you don't see all of yourself in these words, but if you do, I hope you rewrite the ending.

A poem about feeling misunderstood, emotionally unseen, and left alone by people who claim they care. It explores the pain of hidden emotions and broken trust behind empty words.

☆𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬☆ ꧁ 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ꧂

I didn't write this to impress anyone- I wrote it because I had no other way to let it out. This is a piece of my overthinking, my soft sadness, and the version of me that people don't often see. I don't always speak my feelings, but I write them-quietly, emotionally, messily. If you've ever felt too much and stayed quiet, maybe these words will feel like yours too.

These aren't just poems. They're remnants of the girl i buried to survive. Each line is stitched with silence, each wound dressed in velvet so it wouldn't scare you. But it still hurts quietly, beautifully, endless.

to all the lovesick dreamers and broken hearted this one's for you ©️luckybluees not all poems are mine.

He didn't leave. He vanished. No warning. No closure. Just silence- loud enough to break me. This is a story told in the aftermath- in hoodies that still wait, in benches that forget, in love that stayed even after he didn't. If you've ever held on to a ghost, these poems will feel like coming home to an empty room.

I made this because i was feeling deep emotions and this helped (a bit. I probably need therapy but it's fine...this is my therapy..)

Lilies & Roses in the Countryside is a love letter to girls with wild hearts and messy hair, who dream in pastels and kiss like fire. These poems bloom where lipstick smears and secrets sleep. between sunlit silence and bad decisions made under pink skies. It's for the ones who felt everything too much, and let it grow anyway.