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.

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.

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

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 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

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.

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 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 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

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.

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.

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