“In my youth I was nurtured upon the bitter bread of tension, each breath seasoned by unquiet nights and guarded dawns. Thus did my flesh learn to thrive on the restless pulse of worry, finding sustenance in the very chaos that frayed its edges.” PoetrySufferingAddictionChild AbuseChildhood MemoriesChildhood TraumaDark PoetryTramatized Book:VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind Source: VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind
“And when the rush fades, we are left hollow, staring at the wreckage of who we were. The mirror reveals no rebel, no hero, only a shadow of a self we barely remember. Still, we return. The cycle repeats, not because we do not see the cost, but because the void terrifies us more. Better the burn, than the weight of the fall.” PainSufferingHealingConflictAddictionPoemsHighCycleRushDark Literature Book:VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind Source: VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind