Love didn’t save—
it burned and left hollow,
a shadow walking
through a world of whispers
that no one dares to hear.
Learned to bleed silently,
to wear scars like armor,
to dance on broken glass
and call it freedom.
Some wounds do not seek cure;
they demand witness,
the raw, unflinching truth
that lives in the dark
where light fears to tread.
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Autor:
NewGirlDark (Seudónimo) (
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- Comentario del autor sobre el poema: This poem speaks of wounds that seek no cure, only to be seen. Of the truth we carry inside, and learning to walk with it, even when it hurts.
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