I’ve been dragged through nights that had no stars,
Wounds too deep to stitch with scars.
The silence screamed, the darkness fed
But somehow, I rose from where I bled.

I’ve lost the ones I swore I’d keep,
Made promises I couldn’t reap.
Watched dreams fall like brittle leaves,
Still wore my heart on both my sleeves.

I’ve drowned in thoughts that wouldn’t die,
Fought storms behind a crooked smile.
Each breath was war, but I refused
To let the weight become my noose.

You see a body, bruised and worn,
But I’m a soul that’s battle-born.
No halo here, no perfect frame,
Just fire rising from the flame.

So if I’m quiet, don’t mistake
This calm for peace or a lucky break.
I’ve seen too much to play pretend
But I’m still here. And that won’t end.

I’m still breathing... against the tide,
Still walking with the pain inside.
Not flawless. Not fixed. Not yet free…
But I’m still breathing. And that’s enough for me.