I didn’t start writing because I had the perfect words. I started writing because I was drowning in the words I couldn’t say out loud. I’ve been through things I never thought I’d survive. I was only four when the world first taught me what pain was. And ever since then, I’ve lived like someone walking through fire not to burn, but to become. I am gentle, calm, quiet… But don’t mistake my silence for peace. Sometimes, it’s a scream held in too long. Other times, it’s a prayer I whisper when I feel like I’m falling apart. They see me smile. But they don’t see the girl behind the smile — The girl who’s breaking quietly, Who hides her pain in poems, And calls her tears ink. I’ve been misunderstood, mislabeled, overlooked. People think I’m too quiet. But maybe if they listened long enough, they’d hear my silence crying for help. I’m writing because I believe there’s someone out there like me Someone who doesn’t have the strength to speak but is begging to be heard. And maybe… just maybe… my words will be the voice they need. This isn’t a perfect beginning. This is a real one. This is my story. And if you’re here, reading this, Welcome to My world Where we bleed on paper so we can breathe again. With love, Aurora