𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲

.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・

𝗛𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗲𝘁𝗵 : longing for a home which never existed

A poetry collection of obscure sorrows, of longing, solitude, nostalgia, healing and trauma.

.・゜゜・:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・

ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ

-> This poetry collection or title, in no way romanticises self-harm but sympathises with those affected by it. In no way, I promote or glorify any type of romanticism of suffering of any kind. The title is hinting towards healing; "towards the note that I never wrote" because I am healing.

The poems are all inspired by my personal experiences, so it's my story, my experience, not relating to anyone else. Any relation will be a coincidence.