Dear People, I didn’t ask for this— to be a voice for the broken, to bleed my pain into words you see yourself in. But here we are, millions of us, connected by shadows, by the same whispers that pull us deeper. I’m hurt. I’m drowning. And I see you drowning too. Not because I reached out, but because the darkness is recruiting us all. If you relate to my poems, I’m sorry. Not for writing them, but for the fact that you know exactly what they mean.