Description of the Book:
 
This is not a love story. It is the aftermath. Between torn pages and trembling verses, this collection holds the unspoken, the sting of self-inflicted silence, the ghost of unrequited love, the ache of being unseen. These poems are not wrapped in healing. They are raw. They bleed. Each piece is a quiet scream, a soft descent into the shadows we often avoid. It speaks to those who trace pain in private, who carry invisible wounds, who’ve whispered goodbye in the dark without anyone hearing. If you’ve ever longed to disappear and write your way back, this book is for you.