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You’ve spent years being the ground—
holding everyone’s weight,
catching their falls
while no one noticed
you were crumbling too.
You smile like it's stitched in,
even when your soul
wants to unthread.
You carry laughter
in pockets full of old sadness,
and somehow still give
more than you’ve ever received.
But hear this, quietly—
like a secret you forgot was yours:
You deserve to be the sky.
Not just the roof over others,
but the space to breathe,
to be light,
to thunder if you must,
to stretch without apology.
You are not a background.
You are the whole **** sunrise
someone's waiting to wake up to.
My heart is heavy,
filled with tears of thousands of unspoken words,
each one a ghost with no name—
whispers that never found breath.

Trapped in my past,
in voids where pain echoes louder than time,
I walk through memories like broken glass,
bleeding, but no one sees the red.

Silence became my second skin.
Grief—a lullaby I sing in my sleep.
And though I smile in sunlight,
the night still knows what I bury deep.
full belly of laughter
escapes its bonds

all that composure
disintegrates

now and again
explodes
There is a heart beneath the hearts,
Where no candle burns, no voice dares sing—
It keeps the ache of unsent letters,
And the weight of words we never bring.

It mourns in moments no clock remembers,
And bleeds in places no scar will show.
It stitches itself with threads of silence,
And smiles while no one cares to know.

Yet in its quiet, it holds the universe,
The prayers unspoken, the dreams turned grey.
A heart like this—unknown, unseen—
Is where the brightest stars are born each day.
Heart hacker Jul 15
This is for the ones who wake up tired,
but rise anyway.
For the quiet fighters—
the ones who dream in silence,
who carry storms in their chest
but still offer calm to the world.
For the hearts that have been broken,
but still dare to hope.
For the souls who have failed,
been laughed at, overlooked, underestimated—
but show up, again and again.
You are not behind.
You are not too late.
You are exactly where your strength is built—
in the struggle,
in the doubt,
in the ache of becoming more than anyone expected.
One day, the cracks will glow,
the scars will shine,
and the world will ask,
“How did you do it?”
And you will answer,
“I kept going… when no one was watching.”
Heart hacker Jul 15
Memories linger, vivid as yesterday,
Yet slip through my fingers, like sand swept away.
Oh, to turn back the clock, to cradle the past,
To savor each moment, make every heartbeat last.
The world weighs heavy, a quiet disconnection,
Smiles wear thin, shadows breed introspection.
But in nature’s embrace, I find quiet release,
Where sea breezes murmur and forest songs bring peace.
In meadows of emerald, I rest with the bees,
Their soft hum a balm, their rhythm a breeze.
Through life’s restless chaos, I’ll carve out my way,
Guided by starlight on clear midnight’s stay.
And with every sunset, I’ll dance wild and free,
A quiet joy blooming, fierce inside me.
Heart hacker Jul 9
Sparrow are singing,
My heart is in two pieces.
Roses are dead, violets are dying,
Outside am smiling , inside am crying.
You don't know who is hurt,
You just don't know how it feels Every, memory is not a battle.
He would hide the pain,
behind a broken smile.
My poems are my feelings,
my head is my land.
Don't know what to do,
With this unmanageable hand,
Filled with magical gifts of emotions.
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