I did it all, I owned every second this world could give
I traveled far and made so many friends
Yet somehow I didn't really live
I still don’t know how the emptiness ends

A little boy, deeply wounded
Scars hidden inside the moon
His love for his parents left so soon

A man, deeply sick
Saw his rescue lying
His mind forever dark and dying

A little girl, deeply sad
Sat down to understand
Why her dad didn’t hold her hand.

A teenage girl, deeply hurt,
Knows the secrets of the moon
And longs for light to break the gloom

I stitched this poem from borrowed pain,
Just in case you feel the same.

Words are windows to a secret place,
To a heart no longer a safe space.

Words are fragile windows, cracked and worn,
To secret rooms where hearts are torn.

Words are windows with a beautiful view,
But behind the glass, the pain they never knew.

My pages hold the parts of me I lost,
Pain truly carried a heavy cost

A lovely heart, just stopped beating
tiny lungs moved by machines
life on a thread, so close to leaving
Going there beyond the dreams

A little girl, brightly smiling
To the man she calls her dad.
But she has to leave, starts crying
He is sick, her mother said

She didn't understand,
What was wrong with him?
An answer she demand
But her mothers answers slim

A sickness in his head,
Not somtething to be fixed
"He was never there", she said
13, and still no answers clicked

The past, the present, hit at once,
A father but never quite a dad
All she wanted was the truth
Did that make her bad?

Now seventeen, she partly understands,
He truly loves her, she knows,
She grabbed her fathers hands,
And share the pain he shows

He hasn't been perfect,
But there were troubles in his mind
Sometimes lost in shadows
Searching for peace he couldn't find

Dear best friend,
Sometimes I wish you knew how much you mean to me,
You are all and more than I ever dreamed you’d be.
The way you make me smile, the way you make me laugh,
And when I felt broken, you held me on my behalf.

I love the way you speak, with kindness in your heart,
Like every soul is whole, not just a fractured part.
I love the way you see the world, so sparkly, so bright,
As if there will always be a light

But sometimes I wonder what battles you fight,
The tears you’ve been hiding alone in the night.
I ask myself softly: what don’t you say?
How much of your hurt do you lock far away?

Dear Dad,

I always tried to understand
Why you felt like no one held your hand

I tried to know why **** and alcohol
Became your refuge, your silent wall
And why you feared the noise and crowded places,
Maybe the world just held too many empty spaces.

I really tried and tried to see inside
But some things you decided to hide
Maybe life was just too hard
For your already broken heart

There were bright days, and there were dark
But your eyes always missed their spark
I asked you if you were oke
And you said: "Happiness never wanted to stay"

I sat in my living room, talking to Death
“Why are you not afraid of me?” he said
I looked him in the eyes and spoke
“I’m not scared to die — my heart already broke”

He gently lifted his head, and I saw
In his eyes, a pain — an emotion so raw
He looked at me and said through teary eyes:
“Once, my love, there will be peace and no more silent cries"

I cried and screamed, “Why not now? Why not today?”
He touched my hand and looked in a peaceful, kind way
“My dear, your life isn’t done, it hasn’t even really begun
You don’t live, but just exist. Please, my dear, try to live

I wake up every morning,
With a weight i cannot see.
No one placed it on my shoulders,
Yet it drags me to my knees.

I have no reason to feel this way,
No tragedy, no great despair.
But emptiness surrounds me,
A silent, heavy air.

A lonely thought, so much more
Time I chased but never caught
Dreams I simply adore
Fade with every waking thought

A peaceful dream,
Brutally invaded
too lost to see
That my own light had faded

Just for a moment, a thought appears
A memory of us, through laughter and tears
A pain fills my head, the silence feels cold
I whisper your name, but there's no hand to hold

A live once lived, once lost, once gone
Eyes forever closed, keys to everywhere
The heart, the pain, the memories
Forever lost with the keys

I didn't know how to tell
So I bled ink instead of tears
I didn't know how to yell
So I hid the pain away for years

A glance, a sparkling in your greenblue eyes
You tell me you love me with soft delight
A friendship, made at birth, you life tangled with mine
I love you, my favorite twin sister of all time

It is a tragedy, so young and yet her eyes so wise,
As if she saw her world burn twice.

I say I’m fine, yet I cannot show
The pain I carry, the sorrow I know.
The fights at home that wake me at night,
Or his mental health my father battles inside

I still grieve Paul, who chose to leave
Because he thought that would relieve
And my grandma's laughter and gentle light
A warmth now gone from sight

And I fear for my cousin, that he might again
Have a cardiac arrest before he is even ten
And that my other cousin may recover
From his cerebral infarction among others

People ask me how I've been
But they never know the pain within
Maybe it is my fault because i don't know
How to tell the pain I won't show

It’s almost been a year—
a year since I last saw you smile,
since I talked with you,
since I heard your voice,

A year of crying,
a year of trying to understand,
a year of sinking into silence and grief—
a year since you breathed.

Lost in a world that should be mine,
Trying to be better from time to time
But then it struck me, like a lightning strike
I will never be the one you truly like

What if i was better?
What if i wasn't depressed?
What if our friendship was real?
What if you hadn't confessed?

Confessed that i wasn't enough,
Confessed that i wasn't your friend.
What if you didn't want to fix me?
What if our friendship wasn't pretend?

What if you really fixed me?
What if your intentions we're real?
Why did you break me apart,
If you just wanted me to heal.

Love isn't always loud,
It doesn't always scream,
Sometimes it just happends to you,
Like a lovely Dream.

A lovely dream,
Fated to be lost,
Sometimes it just happends to you,
But always with a cost.

Love isnt simple, it is light and dark
The moon and the sun,
A taste of darkness, a lighting spark,
A fight never meant to be won.

Most memories are like beautiful ribbons,
But mine are like tiny pieces of glass
I try to hold them gently, But they always make me bleed

Someone once asked,  
“What is your deepest fear?”  

I thought of you—  
Of how easily you left,  
Of how silence became your answer,  
And how I never measured up.  

But all I said was,  
“I’m afraid of heights.”

A house, so empty, so broken,
So much words left unspoken

Just screams and fights
A war I never chose

Wishing for quiet nights
Hope gone, like a dying rose

I desperately wanted to write a poem
With words that would capture that my home
Is just a house with people in it,
A house where I can sometimes laugh a bit.
But sometimes, late at night, when I hear them fight,
I pretend it’s just another quiet night.

My house—sometimes too quiet, sometimes too noisy,
Sometimes it is fun, but never truly cozy.
The poem I never wrote about the doors,
The emptiness and little wars,
Because I never found the words to explain
How my lovely house became a place of pain.

Tears, hiding behind the mask,
Was happiness too much to ask?
Smiles stuck on her face,
But all she feels is empty space.

On good days, I turn the pages,
Of the book with poems I once wrote.
So much pain in silent cages,
Words I bled but never spoke.

In black ink, lines carefully formed,
The pain I didn’t understand.
Black words my silence adorned,
Softly held by a warm hand.

I find it scary to write a poem,
because what if people don’t like it?
Or worse — what if they do,
and it means they’re broken too?

Does it mean they also can’t find
peace and treasure in their mind?
Does it mean they feel the same,
so my pain is not a claim?

The fear, the loss, the pain and everything
If its not mine does it leave me as nothing?

I feel lost, drowning in an ocean
I feel lost, where the sun doesn't shine
I feel lost, with my breath frozen
I feel lost, reaching for stars never mine

I feel lost, with words unspoken
I feel lost, in voices in my mind
I feel lost, in a heart cracked, not broken
I feel lost, searching for peace I can’t find

Sometimes I wish happiness was enough,  
enough to remind me what life really was.  

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to bleed,  
maybe I'm not alive, just learning to breathe.  

Sometimes I wish I would truly know  
my pain, my joy, the parts I never show.  

Sometimes I wish I could understand  
why all the good things always seem to end

A lot of sand, earth, and mud
Burying the grave, the silence tossed
The pain, the loss, the blood
Emotions not yet ready to be crossed

I'm walking on a long road.
I look back at my footsteps
my memories and mistakes,
my pain and joy like scattered echoes,
my success and my failure.
Some I carry daily, others I forgot I ever knew

With every step I take, I feel
the things I never got to leave,
the things still alive in my heart,
the things I burried deep away
I try to walk the steps in reverse,
to erase the mistakes I've made.

But the wind calls out my name,
whispers gently through the silence:
let go of the pain, the hollow space,
and the weight you were never meant to carry.
Let go of the feelings, the empty room,
and the chains you never chose to wear.

A heavy silence, never broken
The memories creep like shadows long
So many words still unspoken
A weight I've carried all along

A heavy thought,
A burden never lost.
The silence fought,
But at what Cost?

I called the silence and silence answered,
The wind gently lifted my hair
The moon, cold and white, looked unbothered,
As if it too, had forgotten to care

Sometimes too many, sometimes to less
Easy to let go, hard to catch
Like a breath just snatched away
A whisper lost in twilight's grey

A lonely tree, a tree without its branches,  
Stands in a forest laced with hidden trenches.
  
With every ache, another leaf falls down,  
A breeze picks up and goes without a sound.
  
A forest, so big but yet so detached,  
Where the beauty is seen and pain unmatched.

An empty casket
Carried by bony shoulders

Not ready to be burried
The dead man carries

His own burden
Empty and lost

to his grave
without a name

no soul to cry
no tear was shed

Just him
and an empty casket

I never thought of myself as a writer
Because I never found the words to describe myself

I thought of myself as an artist
Because I could bleed my pain so beautifully

So I painted my silence
And called it a poem

when you set aside all the hatred you're forced to carry,
then you will know that love is our true nature

the words, they never where enough,
So now silence is all there is between us

I was never the villain,
The story was just never told
Like it was me who needed a hand to hold

You said you miss me,
yet I’m only as far as you pushed me to be.
You said you love me,
Yet your actions betrayed what could be.

The air inside my lungs,
The blood inside my veins,
The happiness inside me.

The crack inside my heart,
The teardrops from my eyes,
The emptiness inside of me.

Just a continent in your world,
Just a shadow in your peace,
Just a fraction of your heart.

Just a moment in your life,
Just a tear in your ocean,
Just a name lost in your heart.

Simply words, without meaning,  
in a partly empty book.  
An empty page, not yet written,  
takes its time to fill the look.

Naming past and naming future  
the pain, the joy, the tears.  
And always, in some fragile echo,  
My deepest pain appears.

"Why don't you try to reach for the stars?"

"Darling, sometimes I don't even know how to reach sanity"

I told the stars my pain, but they blinked in disbelief
As if the sky could not conceive a suffering so far beneath
Still their presence offerd a quiet relief

I always thought that our friendship would last forever,
But now I can't help but wonder if it ever really did exist

Wealth and prosperity,
They should make us happier—
But do they?

We forget the joy of daily bread,
The gift of learning, work, and rest.
We overlook the clothes we wear,
The safety of the homes we share.

The more prosperity we gain,
The less true happiness will remain