⌁𝙳𝟺𝙽𝟷𝙴𝙻⌁

My poems are the echoes of my pain, a reflection of the sadness and loneliness that consume me. Each word is as sharp as the blade I press against my skin, cutting deep into the emptiness that fills my soul~🥀
I've been prescribed a lots of medication, though honestly, the pills often just cover up the real pain underneath.
My fingers still trace the marks that used to hurt and even with all these presciptions, I can't shake that voice in my head telling me to give up and finally have a goodnight sleep
I have talked about my "pill experience" in my SpaceHey blogs, so if you are interested in knowing more about me - you can check them out

Music is my attempt to find meaning in a world that feels cold and distant. It’s one of the few things that makes the chaos inside me feel slightly more bearable, though even that seems fleeting. I turn to writing and art, hoping to capture some semblance of purpose, but often it feels like I'm only exposing the void that refuses to be filled.

I spend my time reflecting on life, only to find that the more I understand, the less I believe in anything at all. Everyone carries a story, or so they say, but sometimes it feels like mine is just a series of moments leading nowhere, a narrative doomed to repeat itself.

If you find meaning in music and art, or if you’re drawn to the darker sides of existence, I’ll listen. But I won’t promise you anything more than the fragments of someone who’s learned to live with a silence that no one can fill.