People like pretty stories,
but they fear messy minds.
They hush cracked voices,
yet still cheer for the ones who survived.

They want your pain—
but make it poetic.
They want your scars—
but make them aesthetic.

They pressure you,
until the thoughts aren’t about hurting yourself...
but hurting them.
And suddenly, you're the villain
for finally snapping
after years of being bent.

Let’s just smile—
because that’s what society wants.
They don’t want truth,
just a well-rehearsed front.

Pretend.
Pretend like we’re okay.
Even when we're falling apart in silent decay.

One tiny wrong impression—
and they’ll label you “unstable.”
One moment of emotion—
and you're off the table.

I’m screaming.
Not out loud—
but inside my brain,
where the echoes ache
and the silence stains.

GOD, HELP!
THIS ISNT THE LIFE I DREAM.
I vowed, I praised, I gave everything it seemed.
Sacrificed pieces of me
just to get a piece of peace.

But why must I suffer
just to earn salvation?
Why must I break
just to feel whole?

I scream
till my voice can’t even hum a rhyme.
I scream and scream and scream—
and still, it’s never time.

Help, God.
I’m just a human.
Not a warrior.
Not a prophet.
Just someone still asking…

for a direction.
A reason.
A light.
Anything…
to feel like
life.

The moon above was not too bright,
But still, it gave the softest light.
The stars were there — a scattered sea,
It felt like they were watching me.

Beside me, you — so still, so near,
The ocean's sound was all I'd hear.
The waves, the breeze, the silent air...
And knowing somehow you were there.

We walked along the shoreline slow,
Our footprints fading as we go.
No words were said, yet I could feel
A quiet love, so calm, so real.

I didn't need to speak tonight,
My heart was loud beneath the light.
You looked at me — I looked at you,
And all I hoped felt somehow true.

Then came the kiss — so soft, so shy,
Beneath the stars and velvet sky.
And when we paused, I saw you smile,
It made the whole world stop awhile.

I couldn’t name just what I felt,
But something warm inside me dwelt.
A secret feeling, deep and wide,
That bloomed like waves and touched the tide.

And when the moon gave way to sun,
We sat and watched the day begun.
The morning light began to rise,
But I was staring at your eyes.

Your brown eyes caught the golden hue,
And looked like something pure and true.
I smiled and wrote this later on,
To keep the night that came and gone.