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.

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

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.

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

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

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

Love is like giving someone a gun pointed directly at your heart and hopping they won't shoot.

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

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

The mind replays what the heart can't delete.

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 always hard to forget the ones who forgot you first.

Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with memories.

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

I am not a villain. They shouldn't have treated me like one.

Tears are words the heart can't say.

I forgive a lot, but I never forget what's done and said.

Nothing kills you like your mind.

People don't change, they either show who they really are or just stay how they always were.

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

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

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

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

There are so many monsters in this world, and they're all humans.

Be careful who your trust, the devil was once an angel.

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

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

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

I locked the doors, I shut them tight, I hid away, I killed the light.
But through the cracks, so thin, so wide, I heard him laugh, "You cannot hide."

A crack above, so thin, so wide, It calls, it pulls, it yawns inside.
The sky is wrong, the stars aren’t true—And now it’s reaching down for you.

I move, it moves, it follows tight, It shifts, it sways, just out of sight.
But when I left, it stayed behind, And in its place, I’m trapped inside

I hear the steps, the distant sound, Yet when I turn, there’s nothing found.
But something’s breathing, soft and slow—It knows my name. It lets me know.

They vanished fast, left me behind, A living ghost, just not the kind-
That haunts the halls and slams the door, but one that no one sees anymore.

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

I turned to flee, but froze instead, For where I stood, my body bled.
My breath was gone, my voice was too—And death just sighed, “I followed you.”

The night is cold, the moon is high, A shadow moves, it breathes a sigh.
You turn to run, but feet won't go, The whisper calls—you'll never know.

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

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

If you don't fight for what you want, don't cry for what you've lost.

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

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

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

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

The worst kind of ghost is the one that still breathes, forgotten, but never dead.

They always want to see you do good, but never better than them.

They know your name, not your story, they've heard what you've done, not what you've been through

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.

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.

Friendship isn't about who you've known the longest, it's about the person who walked in your life, said "I'm here for you." And proved it.