“Where were you?” I want to scream,
Through clenched teeth, against a distant dream.
You laugh, you live, you carry no chains,
Unseen, you are free from these bruising pains.

She whispered to me, only me, at her end,
Left me with words I can’t defend.
You weren’t there to feel her fading breath,
To witness the slow, soft steps toward death.

I carry the weight, the sorrow, the blame,
While you dance through life, without the shame.
Her voice lingers, soft as a wraith,
Leaving me torn between love and hate.

She asked for silence, a shroud unseen,
To bear her loss alone, as if in a dream.
I hold this burden close to my chest,
While you, untouched, move on at your best.

Do you feel her absence, hear her sigh?
Does her memory haunt you or pass you by?
A part of me resents the ease you feel,
While I stumble alone through a world so unreal.

I am her keeper, her secret grave,
Bound to the love that made me brave.
Yet, bitterness grows where peace should be,
An ache that burns yet sets me free.

She whispered to me, in the hush of the night,  
A wish that cut deep, like a blade through the light.  
“When I’m gone,” she said, with a trembling breath,  
“Let the world stay asleep, unaware of my death.”

No tears to be shed, no cries in the dark,  
No mourning, no words, no flame to a spark.  
This burden is yours, in the shadows to keep,  
A silence so heavy, it crushes my sleep.

How do I hold this, a sorrow so vast,  
When memories of her are all that I have?  
My heart is a tomb, where her name is etched,  
A secret, a vow, that’s forever stretched.

I carry her absence, a wound in my chest,  
Each beat a reminder, that she’s laid to rest.  
But no one will know, not a soul will be told,  
In the still of the night, this pain forever grows.

My brother, my sister, they laugh and they live,  
Unaware of the grief I’ve no choice but to give.  
I walk with a shadow, a ghost by my side,  
In a world that moves on, while I break down inside.

A mother’s last wish, so quiet, so deep,  
Leaves me alone in a sorrow to keep.  
In the silence, I drown, in the dark, I remain,  
Bound by her love, in this infinite pain.

What is love but a flame in the marrow,
A torch that burns the soul to ash,
Yet leaves it whole, reshaped in shadow,
A phoenix rising from its own past?

It is the tide that swallows the shore,
Relentless, tender, breaking bone.
A thief of reason, a gift of war,
A kingdom conquered yet never owned.

And death? The quiet reaper’s breath,
A frost that silences the fire.
It shatters clocks, untethers flesh,
The final chord of the soul’s lyre.

It is the gate that love must cross,
A darkened veil, a lover’s scream.
It tears the threads, yet stitches loss,
Binding life to some eternal dream.

Then liberty—oh fleeting bird,
Whose wings beat skies of endless blue.
It is the cry of the unheard,
A storm that scatters chains in two.

It is the sun no hand can hold,
The aching promise of open skies.
Yet even the free can turn to cold,
When freedom blinds, when love denies.

Do they not meet, these sacred three?
Love, death, and liberty entwined.
For love sets hearts and bodies free,
Yet love enslaves; it binds, confines.

And liberty, a fierce bright star,
May demand of love its cruelest price.
While death, the ferryman, waits afar,
Counting coins of tears and sacrifice.

Yet in their dance, we find the truth,
A tragic waltz of joy and pain.
For love will burn, and death will soothe,
And liberty will loosen the chain.

Together they carve the path we tread,
With bleeding hands and hearts that yearn.
For to live is to love, to love is to wed,
Both freedom’s kiss and death’s return.

In the quietest corners of my mind,
Where shadows stretch and whispers bind,
I built a fortress of fear and doubt,
Each brick a burden, each scream a shout.

I wandered halls where my demons played,
In mirrors cracked, my soul betrayed.
I saw a face I couldn’t know,
Eyes dimmed by battles fought below.

My heart, a cage; my mind, a storm,
My spirit lost to its weathered form.
I wore my guilt like a crown of thorns,
And cursed the mornings my breath adorned.

To myself, I was the cruelest warden,
Carving wounds that begged no pardon.
And to others—oh, how I failed,
A shipwrecked soul whose love had sailed.

But in the depth of my despair,
A voice arose, soft as prayer:
“You are not your scars, your pain,
Not the weight of loss, nor the shame you feign.

You are the seed beneath the frost,
The light not gone, only lost.
Forgive the battles you couldn’t win,
The wars you waged with foes within.”

And so, I stood in the shattered glass,
Letting the echoes of anger pass.
I named each sorrow, gave them breath,
And mourned them all—a thousand deaths.

I forgave the child who hid in fear,
The youth who drowned in a sea of tears.
I forgave the hands that pushed away
The ones who tried but couldn’t stay.

And I forgave the world for breaking me,
For being cruel, for not letting me be.
I forgave the faces I could not please,
And the love I lost in my disease.

Then, I faced myself—my fiercest foe,
And whispered truths I longed to know:
“You’re worthy still, through every mistake,
A soul rebuilt is a soul awake.”

Now, the chaos sings a softer tune,
A hymn beneath a healing moon.
And though I stumble, though I fall,
I’ve learned to rise, to heed the call.

Forgiveness freed the chains I bore,
And in that freedom, I am more.
A fractured self, made whole again,
A heart that beats where silence has been.

So here I stand, beneath the sky,
No longer afraid to question why.
I am the storm, the calm, the sea,
I am forgiven—and I am free.

That demon's name is past, and he lives in the present.
Distant, yet near, he is so relentless.
Whispers of regret in the corners of my mind,
Echoing the choices I wish I could leave behind.

He claws at my thoughts with hands unseen,
Turning every bright moment into something so mean.
He feeds on my doubt, on every mistake,
A shadow that lingers, too heavy to shake.

His voice, a cold breeze in the warmest of days,
Telling me that I’m lost in my own maze.
Yet still, I keep moving, though he's always there,
A haunting reminder of the burdens I bear.

But though he is many, though he is strong,
I’ll rise from the ashes, where he doesn’t belong.
For even in darkness, there’s a flicker of light,
A spark that defies him, burning through night.

So I’ll face him each day, but I won’t back down,
For the past may be heavy, but I’ll wear it like a crown.
He won’t define me, though he tries to persist—
For I am my future, and I will resist.

If you were death, I'd end it now to be with you,
Walk willingly into shadows, hearts alight, not askew.
If you were a plague, I'd be patient zero,
A willing martyr, your fervent hero.

If you were the sun, I'd risk the flame,
Burn to ashes just to whisper your name.
If you were the sea, I'd drown in your waves,
Surrender my breath for the solace it craves.

If you were a storm, I'd brave the gale,
Let your fury consume me, frail.
If you were poison, I'd drink you whole,
Let you seep into the marrow of my soul.

If you were a knife, I'd take the blade,
Feel the sharpness of love that will never fade.
If you were the night, I'd forgo the day,
To lose myself in your starlit sway.

If you were fire, I'd stoke the blaze,
Let it scorch me in unending praise.
If you were the void, I'd leap and fall,
Knowing your arms would cradle it all.

If you were hunger, I'd starve for you,
Feed on the hope your love imbues.
If you were madness, I'd lose my mind,
To wander your depths unconfined.

If you were chains, I'd wear them proud,
Bound to you, unyielding, loud.
If you were the heavens, I'd never land,
Soaring forever by your hand.

If you were despair, I'd embrace the ache,
For loving you is worth what breaks.
If you were silence, I'd learn to hear,
The symphony of your presence, ever near.

If you were the end, I'd start anew,
For every road leads me back to you.
No force, no fate, no star above,
Could sever my boundless, reckless love.

My tongue stays knotted, a noose around my throat,
A strangling coil that I cannot break.
I choke on words I can’t release,
Hanging in the silence of sentences I can’t yet find.

Thoughts race past, swift like speeding cars,
Yet I remain mute, frozen in the stillness…
I can’t speak.

How can my mind hold all these questions
But no answers to ease the chaos?
So many ideas, yet I’m lost on how to bring them to life.
I stay speechless, trapped in this silence.

I reach for better days,
Clutching at air, hoping for a shift.
But all I seem to gather are bitter ones.
I am too young to feel the cold of this despair.
This noose tightens,
As I dissolve further, suppressing all that troubles me.
I need the words to voice my pain,
A voice that has long since eluded me.
I must find it, before it’s too late.