I Wrote This So I Wouldn't Disappear

I Wrote This So I Wouldn't Disappear

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A collection of poems for the broken, the healing, and the ones still searching. These words come from long nights, too many "almosts," and the silence that comes after love leaves. Some pieces are stitched together with hope, others soaked in pain. I wrote them for the days when your chest feels heavy, your head won't stop spinning, and you wonder if anyone else ever felt like this. If you're reading this, maybe you needed to. Welcome to the mess. I hope you find yourself somewhere in it.
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I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.

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