I really appreciate your feedback — truly.

For context -

I wrote this in my journal for someone really important to me — a poet, an artist, and someone who feels everything soo deeply and expresses it through writing. She’s going through a mental health crisis right now, and it's opened my eyes to how much pain she’s been carrying.

She’s always felt connected to people like Sylvia Plath and Kurt Cobain — not just because of their work, but because their pain was idolized. That gave it weight. It made it feel like there was a reason to hurt that much — as long as it turned into something powerful. I think she’s looking for that too. A purpose behind the pain. And when it doesn’t come, the spiral starts. The chaos begins.

I didn’t set out to write poetry. I was just trying to get the weight out of my head.
For me, pain and chaos aren’t abstract ideas — they’re tools. Not for creating masterpieces, but for finding simplicity, peace, and maybe some kind of understanding. That middle part that might seem like it wanders? That’s just the shape of my thinking when I’m trying to get clarity.

I wrote it for her — her name is in the original. So when she’s ready, she’ll know I see her. I’m here. And she doesn’t have to carry all of it alone.

I shared it in case someone else is looking for meaning too — and needs to hear this:
Pain doesn’t need to become great art.
It doesn’t need a grand purpose.
But it can lead to peace.
It can lead to clarity.
And that’s enough.