Time doesn’t heal wounds; it only teaches you how to live with them. Once glass is broken, it can never truly be glued back together.

Started with one every month,
Now, I've lost track of how many I've done,
A pleasure that comes with insufferable pain,
Told myself "Tomorrow" but it's always the same,

I've lost a war that I've been trying to win,
I feel trapped in a cycle I got myself stuck in,
A shadow that haunts me and doesn't even try to hide the lie,
It started with one pack, and now my lungs are starting to die...

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.

Love is like a fire, warming your soul,
But it burns if you’re careless, devours you whole.
It whispers of joy, then it shouts out in pain,
A dance in the sunshine, a kiss in the rain.

It’s giving your heart with no guarantee,
A ship on the waves, adrift on the sea.
Yet still, we all chase it, though it cuts like a knife,
For love, in its sorrow, gives meaning to life.

They roam where shadows softly fall,
Silent whispers, pale and tall.
With eyes that gleam like a dying star,
They watch, they wait, from near and far.

Their touch is cold, their breath is still,
A promise sweet, a deadly thrill.
Eternal nights, they choose to roam,
For blood is life, and dark their home.

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.

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