Jaanuu
Favoured Frenzy
The Room.
I wasn’t made to be remembered,
I was made to hold pain.
You came here to hide, not to live.
You filled me with relics, but never with life.
The books were never read with hope.
The diaries only echoed
what you wouldn’t say aloud.
Even the red seeds were more a
symbol than a truth.
When he arrived, I closed myself.
Not out of cruelty, but because I was never meant for healing.
His kindness didn’t belong here.
It was foreign - unwelcome.
I am a place shaped by sorrow.
And sorrow does not let light in.
So when the bangles shattered,
it was inevitable.
Everything you carried inside finally broke free.
You bled, not just from the wrist,
but from the years of trying to keep it all together.
I wasn’t made to be remembered,
I was made to hold pain.
You came here to hide, not to live.
You filled me with relics, but never with life.
The books were never read with hope.
The diaries only echoed
what you wouldn’t say aloud.
Even the red seeds were more a
symbol than a truth.
When he arrived, I closed myself.
Not out of cruelty, but because I was never meant for healing.
His kindness didn’t belong here.
It was foreign - unwelcome.
I am a place shaped by sorrow.
And sorrow does not let light in.
So when the bangles shattered,
it was inevitable.
Everything you carried inside finally broke free.
You bled, not just from the wrist,
but from the years of trying to keep it all together.
