I Am Miserable AF

I Am Miserable AF is everything I never said while I was alive.

If you're reading this, then you're holding what's left of me-my final thoughts, my quiet breakdowns, my invisible screams. I'm not here anymore. I finally let go. But before I did, I wrote this.

This isn't a story of triumph. It's not a tale of healing or hope. It's a slow unraveling. A record of what it felt like to live with a mind that wouldn't shut up, a heart that wouldn't heal, and a soul that was tired long before its time. These poems are pieces of that-of me. Each one pulled from nights I couldn't sleep, days I couldn't breathe, and moments where the only thing louder than silence was the noise in my head.

You don't have to understand it. Maybe you're just curious. Maybe you're trying to find the reason behind the ending I chose. But this book doesn't have answers-only confessions. This is where I buried myself long before anyone knew I was dying.

I Am Miserable AF is not a cry for help. It's the echo of someone who was already gone long before the final breath.