Ink and Fire

This book was never meant to be perfect. It was meant to bleed. It was meant to burn slowly, Like a flame you try to tame with paper and silence. This collection was born from silent fires and ink-stained cries. Every word here is a breath I couldn't speak aloud. Every poem is a fragment of a war, A war between hope and heartbreak, between silence and scream. It's about growing up with words stuck in the throat, And learning that some truths sound better when whispered in ink.