I was shaped in the quiet places of hurt,
where love arrived late and left too soon.
From those shadows, I learned my name,
etched by loss, tempered by fury.
They call me cruel, but they never counted the wounds,
never traced the scars that taught me how to breathe.
Pain became my teacher, solitude my crown,
and from that suffering, I was forged — not broken.
If there is darkness in me, know this:
it was born where mercy never stayed.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 2:22 PM UTC
I was shaped in the quiet places of hurt,
where love arrived late and left too soon.
From those shadows, I learned my name,
etched by loss, tempered by fury.
They call me cruel, but they never counted the wounds,
never traced the scars that taught me how to breathe.
Pain became my teacher, solitude my crown,
and from that suffering, I was forged — not broken.
If there is darkness in me, know this:
it was born where mercy never stayed.