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she wore pain like perfume not because she liked it, but because it clung to her no matter how many showers she cried in.   there were...

I bite until the skin breaks until red blooms like guilt on my hands.   it isn’t pain it’s penance— for something I can’t remember doing...

they said be strong so I built walls and called them a home.   they said be the best so I climbed mountains with bleeding hands and no...

they gave you the world and you mistook it for a throne.   you raised your voice and lost your friends. you raised your chin and lost...

some pain doesn't leave bruises or bloodstains only silence and the echo of a breaking heart   so I carved the sadness into my skin...

some days it feels like drowning in the dark of your own mind   like no one hears your quiet cries or sees the weight behind your smile  ...

they threw words like daggers from behind their glowing screens   not because you weren’t enough but because they feared you were   you...

there are shadows in my family tree that whisper too loud on sleepless nights   sometimes I feel them breathing down my spine— in the...

they ask how you are, but not how I am— as if your fire never scorched the hands that held you.   I carry you because I love you. I stay...

they told me to say yes to every sunset, every party, every plan as if rest was a crime and stillness a waste.   but chasing it all left...

she said “there’s nothing special about me.” and I thought how strange to hold so much light and not feel the warmth.   so I told her—...

I studied trauma not in books but in people who waited too long to be heard.   they came with ghosts “take this pill,” the system said...

they said it was about food about being thin but it was never that.   it was about control. in a world that spun too fast she found a...

I love like a storm terrified of its own strength terrified it will destroy what it longs most to protect.   I hold people at arm’s...

she loved like wildfire— too bright too fast and always too much.   her heart was not broken, it was fractured and re-glued every day by...

anxiety is a quiet thief that steals your breath before you know it’s missing.   it holds your hand like an old friend and tells you the...

I’ve fought every fire barehanded, learned to dance with the storms no one saw.   I don’t need saving— I never did. I stitched my own...

he says he loves me but the drugs hold him longer than my arms ever could   I watch him fall over and over into a silence I can’t pull...

some days I feel everything—   the world too loud my heart too soft and every glance cuts like glass   other days I feel nothing—   not...

I don’t feel hate or love not sadness not joy just nothing.   and god— I would take the sharp edge of heartbreak or the storm of fury...