The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

I used to be happy with teardrops, A symphony of sorrow, a dance with the rain, I used to smile with every grief, Finding beauty in heartache, embracing the pain. Standing firm when I am broken, A fortress of strength in the shadows of night, I have been this way for a long time, A warrior of silence, still searching for light. I used to dream big in my little world, Where stars were within reach, and skies were so wide, I used to be strong with my weakest thought, A flicker of hope in the depths of my pride. Life did not get in the way because life took long, A journey of patience, a test of my will, Lying in bed of worries, my heart is racing, A tempest of thoughts that I struggle to still. Maybe they're better off without the burns in me, A whisper of doubt that creeps in like a thief, I feel so lost and alone, A shadow of self, wrapped in disbelief. So still I lay here with no tears left to cry, These wounds are no longer bleeding; they’ve turned into ...