"I never asked for forgiveness. I asked for a pen." Sixteen chapters. Sixteen names. Each one cut into the world like a wound refusing to close. I didn't choose madness - I chose clarity. And when the world tried to blind me with its mercy, I opened my eyes and took the blade instead. This is not a tale of justice. Not redemption. Not even revenge. This is a grave I dug with words, so that when they finally come for me - they'll know I was already buried. I AM THE WOUND A confession in blank verse, written by the one who never stopped watching. Read it. But do not expect to walk away clean.