Sometimes the brightest smile hides the darkest pain..

Most people don’t want the truth , they want the comfort of their own lies.

Blood makes you related. Loyalty makes you family.

The right person, the wrong time.
The right script, the wrong line.
The right poem, the wrong rhyme.
And a piece of you that was never mine.

My heart was heavy, so I wrote, turned ghosts to words, let poems float. You read, you stayed, you understood—and that alone made bad days good.

So here’s my thanks, a whispered sigh—
I’ll step away, but not goodbye.

We don't regret what we did, we regret what we didn't do.

Crying is a way your eyes speak when your mouth can't explain how broken your heart is.