Tiredsoul Stories

This is for anyone who ever felt like their walking alone in darkness filled with pain, rejection and hurt... Growing up isn't just about getting older-it's about facing pain, loneliness, and the struggle to keep going. These poems dive into the harsh realities of life, from the loss of childhood innocence to the overwhelming weight of depression. Honest, raw, and deeply personal, this collection reflects the silent battles we fight and the hope-however distant-that keeps us moving forward. If you've ever felt lost, unseen, or exhausted by life, these words might just remind you that you're not alone.

This words is what Kim Nam Joon said before this..

The story of a man who tried to fix himself in the ruins of love, silence, and regret.

These are poems from my deepest thoughts. I express myself this way so please just read it and I hope it can help you like it helped me.

In the ashes of love's false mercy, *he was told to find someone better.* But what if *better* meant emptiness - meant losing the only soul that ever felt like home? This poem drips from the veins of heartbreak and descends into a quiet madness, where love and ruin share the same breath.

A glimpse into one of those strange, looped days - where emotions rise and fall like tides, and you end exactly where you began, just a little more worn.

it's a poem on how people think that someone is a traitor eventhough he has been sincere and honest in his conduct. but no one believes him

**𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎... 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆... 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚." 𝐈𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝... I used to run straight to my mumma. Every little thing that hurt me, scared me, confused me , I told her all. I cried loudly. I complained loudly. And she listened... patiently... lovingly... without judgment. Back then, I truly believed "No matter how cruel this world is, my mumma will always fix my broken heart." 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰... I don't tell her anything. I stay silent. I keep everything buried deep inside me. Not because I don't trust her. Not because I love her any less. But because... 𝑰 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. How do I explain something I don't understand myself? How do I tell her what I feel when I have no answers even for me? These days... I cry alone. I overthink alone. I break alone. I don't run to her anymore... Because I don't want her to see me this broken. Because deep inside... I know, even she won't have the answers I'm searching for. People say I've grown up... But it doesn't feel like growing. It feels more like... 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇... 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕... 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔... 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆. So tell me... Did I really 𝐠𝐫𝐨