They cheered my rise,
they watched me burn,
Then found another,
Took their turn.

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.

Sometimes you think that you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.

You'll either be the villain in someone else's story for standing up for yourself, or a fool in yours if you don't

Your skin is not paper so don't cut it, your neck is not a coat so don't hang it, your body is not a book so don't judge it, your heart is not a door so don't lock it, your life is not a movie, so don't end it.

"Don't let people treat you like a cigarette, they only use you when they're bored and step on you when they're done, be like drugs, let them die for you."

Don't look back at the past, it may have been the best years of your life, but you can make the future better.

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

Trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair.

You can't put a crown on a clown and expect a king.

A villain is just a broken hero, whose story has never been heard,
A shadow cast by silence, lost in an unspoken word.
Their scars tell tales of battles, of love that slipped away,
Of dreams turned into ashes, and nights that stole the day.

In their eyes, a flicker lingers, of the light they used to know,
A hero wrapped in darkness, where pain and anger grow.
For even in their darkness, a longing heart remains,
A villain is just a hero, bound by unseen chains.

The sun disappears into the horizon, the light brighter than ever, a sparkle lights up in my eye, as I watch the sun say its last goodbye.

As I lie there, I felt my thoughts going blank, the pain was excruciating, the air was freezing, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t feel my arms, legs, hands, and fingers. my eyes were closed, yet I see a flash of light, and memories after memories just flash before my eyes. Every smile, every cry, my greatest achievements, my darkest moments...

I lay there feeling the presents of many people trying to help me, but nothing was going to work, death has reached me, and that's one thing you can’t stop from happening... I felt the blood run down my face as I breathed my last breath...

The memories stopped flashing, my heart stopped racing, the light that once was shining bright darkened as it turned black... I finally closed my eyes for the last time ever, as I heard the chilling words...

“Shes gone...”

There is a seat waiting for you at tables you haven't even seen, doors are opening for you that you didn't even knock on.

You belong in rooms you haven't even dreamed of yet, the universe is already aligning for your arrival, just trust the journey.

They loved me bright, they loved me wild, until my light was not their style.

They swore they’d care, they swore they’d stay, then loved me most, once I decayed.

The worst part of betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies—it comes from the ones you trusted most, turning love into pain and loyalty into loss.

A smile so sweet, a heart so black, they stab your spine, then pat your back.

Built me up, then watched me fall,
Laughed the loudest through it all.

It's funny how they can just pretend you dont exist, while you sit there thinking about them all day.

Ever since you've gone, I've felt a peace of me missing, we've never been more than friends, but then why is it so difficult to let you go?

They love you when you give,
Ignore you when you need,
A lesson learned to late-
Kindness makes you bleed.

The mind replays what the heart can't delete.

The wind hums low through ancient trees,
The river carves with patient ease.

The sun spills light on hills so high,
As clouds drift soft across the sky.

In hush where wild things freely grow,
The earth still speaks—soft, sweet, and slow.

I'll never forget you,
You'll always be at the back of my mind,
But as the days go by,
I can't help but think it's time,
You'll always be the first,
Even if your far gone from here,
Now finally I'll close my eyes,
And let go for the first time in years.

I feel like I'm waiting for something that isn't going to happen.

I know everything happens for a reason but sometimes I wish I knew what that reason was.

Crying silently all the time, if someone's to ask I'll say I'm fine, another day another lie, as I keep rethinking our last ever goodbye.

It's not the word that hurts, it's the person who said it.
It's not the knife that hurts, it's the person who did it.
It's not the broken promise that hurts, it's the person who broke it.
It's not the lie that hurts, it's the person who told it.
It's not the scar that hurts, it's the story behind it."

Closed my eyes, ignored the screams, life seems kinder in my dreams.

My biggest mistake is thinking people care for me as much as I care for them.

You either die the hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

It's always hard to forget the ones who forgot you first.

A shadow spread, so cold, so still,
It touched the weak, it broke the will.
Through empty streets, it crept, it stayed,
And life it stole where children played.

The nights were long, the world in fear,
But hope stayed close, its light so near.
For even storms must pass away,
And dark gives to brighter days.

The rain hits the pavement over and over again, drops fall on my window and stream down, casting a breath-taking shadow on the floor.

The stars dance in the night sky, wolves howl at the sight of a full moon, the wind whistles through the empty streets, street lights flicker, one by one turning off.

Perfect, isn’t it?

I gaze at the stars, lying back on the grass, it's almost midnight, yet I don’t feel the need to sleep, how could I? This night feels like a dream.. So peaceful, so perfect...

I take a deep breath of the fresh air, it smells like the ocean a place I loved, but now comes in 2nd as nothing can compare to this night, a night that I have only dreamed of, and now experiencing...

I slowly close my eyes, and take a deep sigh, the cold air feels so calming, the silence is so loud, the moon reflects a glowing light, it seems I have found... A Perfect Night.



As everybody sleeps recharging for day, I lie here, wide awake, how can I sleep when I see such a sight, of wolves, owls, and a perfect night?



As the morning sun starts to rise, wolves disappear back into the night, owls sleep waiting for the moon, hoping it’ll rise very soon. I look behind me to see the moon, slowly disappearing into the horizon, the night has come to an end, the peace, the silence, no longer there, as I get up to go inside, I gaze once more at the grass I had once lie, a faint smile came onto my face, as I turned back and walked away.




Good morning, have a wonderful day..

I hate how people assume your life is easy just because you don't talk about the things you go through..

People only see the decisions you made not the choices you had.

Don't feel sad over someone who gave up on you, feel sorry for them because they gave up on someone who would have never given up on them.

A part of me wants an answer, but a part of me doesn't want to know,
A part of me wants to keep holding on, but a part of me wants to let go.

I don't blame them for not loving me, I blame them for pretending they did.

It's not the future you're afraid of, it's the fear of the past repeating itself to haunt you.

It's better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you're not.

Don't just see 2025 as another year, see it as another chance to change yourself.

The villain will always be a villain if the hero tells the story

It's always easier to lie when the truth hurts, but maybe the brutal truth is better than an easy lie. A flower can't grow without rain and sun.

Hated me living, ignored my cries, Held me close as I closed my eyes,
Loved me most when I died.

It's easy to love a flower, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It's ordinary to love the beautiful, but it's beautiful to love the ordinary.

It might seem impossible but that doesn't mean it is, impossibility is like a nightmare, but a nightmare always ends in a dream.