#behappybeingyou tiktok

[pan6ual]

-Silent Scream-

-Silent Scream-

In the dying light where laughter fades to grey, A once bright heart now feels the sorrow's sway. Words like razors tear through my very soul, A silent scream echoes in an endless, empty hole.

In the scornful eyes of others, I confront my deepest dread, An abyss of pain, an unending river of tears I shed. Solitude, my lifelong enemy, holds me in its grip, Yet on the blackest night, a glimmer of hope won't slip.

Even as the world abandons me, turns away, I glimpse a new dawn, a future, come what may. With every harsh word, every brutal blow, I discover a reservoir of self-love that continues to grow.

In the depths of my being, I unearth a strength so real, A resilience that flourishes, unyielding and surreal. To all who tread this path of anguish and sorrow, Hold tight to this truth: your spirit will rise tomorrow.

Through the storm's rage, a flicker will shine bright, From the forge of suffering, strength will take flight. To all who endure agony, cling to hope's call, Your heart will find its rhythm, standing proud and tall. -A.K

I have no shame in my body count.

[pan6ual]

I read one of my poems on TikTok.

You can view it there if you would like to listen.

[pan6ual]

Dear You

-Dear You- Dear You,

In the quiet corners of my days, where shadows linger longer than the light, your voice finds me—unexpected, a dissonant chord in the symphony of my now.

Why do you come, after the storm has passed, to walk through the debris of days we left behind? Your presence stirs old ghosts, dancing in the static of my thoughts, a haunting melody that never quite fades.

The past is a relentless echo, a soundtrack scratched deep into the grooves of my mind, playing scenes I've tried to mute. Yet here you are, turning up the volume, asking for an encore I'm not sure I can perform.

You, who once crafted these shadows, now seek to stand in the light with me— why? Is there redemption in your reach? Or is this just another verse in our old song, where dissonance masquerades as harmony?

Trust isn't a switch to flick on at convenience, nor a door that swings wide open at a single knock. It's a slow build, a careful crafting— like a bridge over a chasm deep and dark, each plank laid with trembling hands.

Your invitation is a puzzle, its pieces jagged and cold, and I am here, still trying to warm them in my palms, wondering if they fit, or if they cut.

Understanding this dance of reconnection is a delicate art, a balance I'm learning to strike between the pull of the past and the promise of the future. I am charting a course through uncharted waters, navigating by stars only I seem to see.

Perhaps, in time, our paths might align, finding a rhythm in the wreckage, a new song crafted from the old. But for now, I tread carefully, my steps echoing in the spaces between us.

Yours in cautious contemplation,

Me.

(A.K)

Here's where I recorded myself reading my poetry for TikTok -> https://www.tiktok.com/@behappybeingyou/video/7406369706212461866

Please refrain from taking my words. You couldn't possibly understand the time it has taken for me to feel comfortable enough to share that from my personal experience. Most of you are unaware of what I have gone through. You only focus on the last five years of my life but have never shown enough interest to comprehend all 31 years. To all the people who weren't kind, this one still is not about you. I wrote this about an experience from 18+ years ago. Thank you for taking the time to read my work.