I told the stars my pain, but they blinked in disbelief
As if the sky could not conceive a suffering so far beneath
Still their presence offerd a quiet relief

A lovely heart, just stopped beating
tiny lungs moved by machines
life on a thread, so close to leaving
Going there beyond the dreams

A little boy, deeply wounded
Scars hidden inside the moon
His love for his parents left so soon

A man, deeply sick
Saw his rescue lying
His mind forever dark and dying

A little girl, deeply sad
Sat down to understand
Why her dad didn’t hold her hand.

A teenage girl, deeply hurt,
Knows the secrets of the moon
And longs for light to break the gloom

the words, they never where enough,
So now silence is all there is between us

Love isnt simple, it is light and dark
The moon and the sun,
A taste of darkness, a lighting spark,
A fight never meant to be won.

On good days, I turn the pages,
Of the book with poems I once wrote.
So much pain in silent cages,
Words I bled but never spoke.

In black ink, lines carefully formed,
The pain I didn’t understand.
Black words my silence adorned,
Softly held by a warm hand.

It is a tragedy, so young and yet her eyes so wise,
As if she saw her world burn twice.

Shallow waters I wander,
Staring at a sparkling moon.
With every step I wonder,
Why did you leave me so soon?

when you set aside all the hatred you're forced to carry,
then you will know that love is our true nature

A lot of sand, earth, and mud
Burying the grave, the silence tossed
The pain, the loss, the blood
Emotions not yet ready to be crossed

I called the silence and silence answered,
The wind gently lifted my hair
The moon, cold and white, looked unbothered,
As if it too, had forgotten to care

A peaceful dream,
Brutally invaded
too lost to see
That my own light had faded

A live once lived, once lost, once gone
Eyes forever closed, keys to everywhere
The heart, the pain, the memories
Forever lost with the keys

Love isn't always loud,
It doesn't always scream,
Sometimes it just happends to you,
Like a lovely Dream.

A lovely dream,
Fated to be lost,
Sometimes it just happends to you,
But always with a cost.

A glance, a sparkling in your greenblue eyes
You tell me you love me with soft delight
A friendship, made at birth, you life tangled with mine
I love you, my favorite twin sister of all time

Sometimes too many, sometimes to less
Easy to let go, hard to catch
Like a breath just snatched away
A whisper lost in twilight's grey

Lost in a world that should be mine,
Trying to be better from time to time
But then it struck me, like a lightning strike
I will never be the one you truly like

What if i was better?
What if i wasn't depressed?
What if our friendship was real?
What if you hadn't confessed?

Confessed that i wasn't enough,
Confessed that i wasn't your friend.
What if you didn't want to fix me?
What if our friendship wasn't pretend?

What if you really fixed me?
What if your intentions we're real?
Why did you break me apart,
If you just wanted me to heal.

A heavy thought,
A burden never lost.
The silence fought,
But at what Cost?

Somehow it is always my fault,
I'm the one getting hurt and yet
They blame me for their own assault
And still my pain, they just forget

Tears, hiding behind the mask,
Was happiness too much to ask?
Smiles stuck on her face,
But all she feels is empty space.

Someone once asked,  
“What is your deepest fear?”  

I thought of you—  
Of how easily you left,  
Of how silence became your answer,  
And how I never measured up.  

But all I said was,  
“I’m afraid of heights.”

A heavy silence, never broken
The memories creep like shadows long
So many words still unspoken
A weight I've carried all along

Just for a moment, a thought appears
A memory of us, through laughter and tears
A pain fills my head, the silence feels cold
I whisper your name, but there's no hand to hold

I wake up every morning,
With a weight i cannot see.
No one placed it on my shoulders,
Yet it drags me to my knees.

I have no reason to feel this way,
No tragedy, no great despair.
But emptiness surrounds me,
A silent, heavy air.

A little girl, brightly smiling
To the man she calls her dad.
But she has to leave, starts crying
He is sick, her mother said

She didn't understand,
What was wrong with him?
An answer she demand
But her mothers answers slim

A sickness in his head,
Not somtething to be fixed
"He was never there", she said
13, and still no answers clicked

The past, the present, hit at once,
A father but never quite a dad
All she wanted was the truth
Did that make her bad?

Now seventeen, she partly understands,
He truly loves her, she knows,
She grabbed her fathers hands,
And share the pain he shows

He hasn't been perfect,
But there were troubles in his mind
Sometimes lost in shadows
Searching for peace he couldn't find

I didn't know how to tell
So I bled ink instead of tears
I didn't know how to yell
So I hid the pain away for years

A house, so empty, so broken,
So much words left unspoken

Just screams and fights
A war I never chose

Wishing for quiet nights
Hope gone, like a dying rose

I stitched this poem from borrowed pain,
Just in case you feel the same.

Words are windows to a secret place,
To a heart no longer a safe space.

Words are fragile windows, cracked and worn,
To secret rooms where hearts are torn.

Words are windows with a beautiful view,
But behind the glass, the pain they never knew.

My pages hold the parts of me I lost,
Pain truly carried a heavy cost

A lonely thought, so much more
Time I chased but never caught
Dreams I simply adore
Fade with every waking thought

I never thought of myself as a writer
Because I never found the words to describe myself

I thought of myself as an artist
Because I could bleed my pain so beautifully

So I painted my silence
And called it a poem

Sometimes I wish happiness was enough,  
enough to remind me what life really was.  

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to bleed,  
maybe I'm not alive, just learning to breathe.  

Sometimes I wish I would truly know  
my pain, my joy, the parts I never show.  

Sometimes I wish I could understand  
why all the good things always seem to end

An empty casket
Carried by bony shoulders

Not ready to be burried
The dead man carries

His own burden
Empty and lost

to his grave
without a name

no soul to cry
no tear was shed

Just him
and an empty casket

I'm walking on a long road.
I look back at my footsteps
my memories and mistakes,
my pain and joy like scattered echoes,
my success and my failure.
Some I carry daily, others I forgot I ever knew

With every step I take, I feel
the things I never got to leave,
the things still alive in my heart,
the things I burried deep away
I try to walk the steps in reverse,
to erase the mistakes I've made.

But the wind calls out my name,
whispers gently through the silence:
let go of the pain, the hollow space,
and the weight you were never meant to carry.
Let go of the feelings, the empty room,
and the chains you never chose to wear.

I always thought that our friendship would last forever,
But now I can't help but wonder if it ever really did exist

Simply words, without meaning,  
in a partly empty book.  
An empty page, not yet written,  
takes its time to fill the look.

Naming past and naming future  
the pain, the joy, the tears.  
And always, in some fragile echo,  
My deepest pain appears.

Most memories are like beautiful ribbons,
But mine are like tiny pieces of glass
I try to hold them gently, But they always make me bleed

The air inside my lungs,
The blood inside my veins,
The happiness inside me.

The crack inside my heart,
The teardrops from my eyes,
The emptiness inside of me.

Just a continent in your world,
Just a shadow in your peace,
Just a fraction of your heart.

Just a moment in your life,
Just a tear in your ocean,
Just a name lost in your heart.

A lonely tree, a tree without its branches,  
Stands in a forest laced with hidden trenches.
  
With every ache, another leaf falls down,  
A breeze picks up and goes without a sound.
  
A forest, so big but yet so detached,  
Where the beauty is seen and pain unmatched.

Couplet 1
A heart like shattered glass,
just waiting for a breath.
A mind so lost, so far,
still reaching for a star.
She tries to sing her song,
with words she’s held too long.

Refrein
I whisper truths I’ll never shout,
and swallow all the hurting down.
My voice is small, my walls are high,
but I still bleed behind the lie.

Couplet 2
They asked me once what hides inside,
what fear I fight, what truths I hide.
I thought of you and all you stole,
the way you carved a silent hole.
But all I said, with steady breath:
"I’m just afraid of heights and death."

Bridge
I built a house from fading names,
each echo carved in window frames.
If I unlock the hurt inside,
will I survive what I still hide?

Refrein
I whisper truths I’ll never shout,
and swallow all the hurting down.
My voice is small, my walls are high,
but I still bleed behind the lie.