#spokenfromtheheart
I didn’t come here to be seen.
I came here to survive.
To empty my head somewhere
that wasn’t my chest.
To spill what was too heavy
to carry quietly.
I wrote
because I had to.
Because the feelings were loud.
Because silence was louder.
I didn’t think anyone
would really read it.
Not like this.
Not in numbers
that keep climbing
like they have somewhere to be.
I refresh
and it rises again.
And I just sit here
staring at it
thinking —
you’re actually here.
You’re actually reading.
All I wanted
was somewhere to vent.
Somewhere my mind could unravel
without judgement.
Somewhere I could let the chaos
have language.
I didn’t expect
thousands of eyes.
I didn’t expect
that the things that broke me
would reach beyond me.
I didn’t expect
that my quiet release
would become something shared.
And I don’t know who you are.
But thank you.
For stopping.
For feeling.
For not looking away.
For holding space for words
that were never polished —
just honest.
I’m shocked.
I’m grateful.
I’m still slightly in disbelief.
Because I came here
just trying to breathe.
And somehow
you’re breathing with me.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 8:30 PM UTC