I know I cry a lot
But what to do?
Arcane things pop up.

I broke down
Till my eyes and
Heart ache.
This is how I made—
Instead of handling my mess,
I first cry.

My mom asked,
Why no friends?
I said,
I just don’t like talking.

But deep down,
I know they think I’m weird.
They ignore me.
I don’t fit.

I used to feel broken.
Left out.
Unheard.

Now,
I love myself.
Even if they call it selfish.
Even if it’s hard.

I’ve found peace
In being alone—
Not lonely,
Just me.

Some days feel heavy,
Like clouds that won’t pass.
They say I’m just a kid—
But feelings don’t check age or class.

Even young hearts wear chains,
Even bright minds feel pain.
Even gems can be cut—
But they still shine again.

So who are we?
What am I?
Maybe someone still learning
To reach for the sky.
I’m scared, it’s true—
But I’ll get through.

I don’t know why I'm scared of everything.
It ***** thinking about it.
I just want to forget it. Little things make me cry, so how am I going to face this cruel world? I'm scared.

Are you okay?
Are you still breathing?

How are you?
It's okay not to be okay.

Just smile.
Keep hope.

God is with you,
Even when you are alone.

I write because I cannot speak
the way the world expects of me.
My voice, when needed, hides away—
my thoughts choose ink, not things to say.

I’m sorry if my silence hurt,
if absence felt like something worse.
It wasn’t you—it’s just my way
to sit with thoughts I can’t convey.

Not everyone is born to talk;
some of us just quietly walk
through pages, poems, unsent letters—
trying to make the silence better.

So here it is, my truest line:
I care. I do. I’ve all this time.
If I went quiet, please just know—
I only speak the way I know.

Life Goes On

They say life's like a roller coaster-Up one moment, Then suddenly you're just... falling.

I've heard people don't really care much.
You could vanish,
And yeah, maybe they'll shed a few tears at your funeral.
But give it a week,
And they're back to scrolling, Laughing,
Living like you were never even here.

The world keeps turning.
It doesn't stop for anyone.
You're here today,
Gone tomorrow-
And maybe, just maybe,
Your name comes up in a story.
Then it fades again.

So what's the point in pleasing them?
Why keep dragging around their expectations?
Let it go.
Breathe for yourself.
Even if the ride is rough,
It's your ride.
Hold on.
Scream if you need to.
But don't forget-
You're still here