Black Heart
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Last published Wed, Feb 25, 2026
For every soul who hides behind a smile, who carries ghosts as companions, who bleeds quietly but still endures - Black Heart is for you. May you find pieces of yourself in these words, and know you are not alone in the darkness.
This poem is my confession dressed in verse - a mirror of the shadows I carry and the wounds I've never fully named. Each line bleeds like a rose torn open by its own thorns, each word a whisper from the ghosts I've made my home. Behind the façade I wear, behind the smile that deceives, lives a soul wrestling with despair, yet still reaching for truth.
Black Heart is haunting, raw, and unafraid: a portrait of despair and hope tangled in the same breath. Here I stand bare, clothed only in feeling - writing for myself, and for you.
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