I think I made a mistake,
Choosing my heart over my mind for you.
What made you so special?
I’ll never know.

You broke me,
Shattered my heart into a million pieces.
Then you came back—
An apology, empty and unexplained.

And still, my heart opened,
Without hesitation,
Without pause.

I regret the moment
I allowed myself to love you.
Why you?

I promised never to give those eight letters
To anyone unworthy.
Promised never to fall
Unless I was ready.

But I went for it.
All for you.
A single glance, a fleeting smile—
And I was yours.

Why?
Because you were the one
Who made my heart feel alive.

I tell myself—
I’m losing my mind.
Heartbroken still, after all these years.
Why does it linger, this ache,
Like a shadow I can’t outrun?

People drift,
Pulling away like waves receding,
Leaving me stranded.
Why do I break so easily now,
Over things so small?

This hurts.
It really, really hurts.

I’m surrounded by kind faces,
Voices that say they care,
Yet I’ve never felt so alone.
Is it because she’s gone—
The one I trusted most?
Or is it me,
Afraid to let the walls fall again?

I can’t even make sense of my words.
I’m that lost.
It feels like the universe itself
Has turned against me.

Maybe I deserve this.
But do I deserve this much pain?

People love to hurt me.
They leave.
For what?
Why do they find joy in my breaking?

Why am I so scared,
So anxious all the time?
Why does a room full of people
Feel like a battlefield?
Why can’t I feel normal,
Even for a moment?

Why does their presence
Tear me apart from the inside?
What is happening to me?

I don’t understand.
I don’t understand at all.

This year,
I realized the amount of people I lost,
Not to fights, not to anger—
Just distance,
Growing quietly like something fading away,
Now, we don’t talk anymore.

Was it their fault?
Or mine?
Or was it no one’s fault at all?
Maybe some stories
Are meant to end this way.

I’ve always dreamed of a friend to call mine.
Not in a strange way,
But like in the movies,
Where the main character has their person—
The one who stays
Through thick and thin.

But me?
I’ve always been the side character.
The third wheel in a trio,
The face in a crowd,
Never the one anyone chooses.

Even when surrounded by laughter,
I was alone.
I didn’t see it then,
But I do now.

There were moments, fleeting and sweet,
When I thought, I found my people.
But “my people” never lasted.

And when I thought I’d found them,
It ended—
Always faster than I imagined.
They disappeared,
Or they let me down.
No in-between.

This is how it’s always been,
And deep down,
I don’t think it’ll ever change.

Our hearts carry words, and words carry meaning,
Behind every meaning, there’s a feeling,
Sometimes they heal, sometimes they wound,
Sometimes they’re spoken, sometimes buried.
Yet no matter where they linger or hide,
They shape, they matter, they cannot be denied.

Feelings create words,
Words are said, but sometimes they’re kept,
Sometimes they bring relief, sometimes they bring regret instead,
But what can we do once they’re out?

Words and feelings are always entwined,
Both can soothe, both can sting in kind.
It’s not the words alone that decide their weight,
But the tone, the moment, the meaning we create.

So how do you know what they made you feel?
Look to your heart’s quiet response – there lies what’s real.

You take a minute of your day to ask me, “Are you okay?”
When my whole world is falling apart.
The walls around me are caving in,
And my soul feels nothing, nothing at all.
Yet, I still want to feel something. Anything.

And you ask me, “Are you okay?”

Everyone I know has let me down.
No one makes me feel safe.
No touch gives me the warmth I need.
No one feels like home anymore.

And still, you ask me, “Are you okay?”

My mind is drowning
Thoughts crash into each other, and I can’t untangle them.
They call this overthinking,
But I’m trapped. There’s no way out.
I hate that this is how my mind works now.

And you ask me, “Are you okay?”

I’ve never felt this numb,
Yet my heart has never carried this much pain.
It’s shattered into a million pieces,
And no one could ever put them back together.

And you still ask me, “Are you okay?”

I feel so alone.
No one understands what I feel.
No one wants me here.
But I just want somebody. anybody

And you ask me, “Are you okay?”

Nothing feels right.
Everything is going wrong.
Every road looks like a dead end,
And no path feels like home.

And you still ask me, “Are you okay?”