"Have you ever felt worthless, even to the ones who care about you?
I have. And honestly, it’s the worst kind of ache —
Not loud, not sharp, just constant.
You keep asking yourself,
Is it something I did?
Or is it because I can never seem to do anything, right?
That doubt eats at you quietly,
And hope feels like a stranger.
Still, I pray —
That one day, God will lift this weight off my soul,
And free me from this feeling…
This feeling of being less than enough."

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The vastness of death or the misery of birth, what would you choose?

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Breeze that came by
Touched my weary soul
Like whispers of time,
Stories untold.

Carrying tales
From ages past,
Drifting gently,
Yet fading fast.

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I can’t tell what’s worse—the weight of guilt crushing me, or the fact that I might be the one dragging myself down.

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The fleeting steps tried to reach the stars, but one stroke was enough to break its heart.

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Everyone says, 'Work hard and success will follow,' but no one talks about the endless overthinking, the silent battles, and the nights spent questioning everything.

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Have you ever wondered what it would be like for everyone around if you were never born?

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