The whisper remains. It still says my name. It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t need to prove a thing. It tells me what I am again As if it never left my side. It says: This is what you amount to. This is what you leave behind. Not broken. Not damaged. Just never enough to justify. (Not broken) (Not damaged) (Just never enough to justify) It doesn’t fade when things improve. It doesn’t argue when I try. It waits until I’m quiet enough To tell me why. It says: This is what you amount to. This is what you leave behind. Not broken. Not damaged. Just never enough to justify. It kept me careful. It kept me small. It kept me earning air to breathe. I didn’t choose this (I just stopped disagreeing) (Not broken) (Not damaged) (Just never enough to justify) It says: This is what you amount to. This is what you leave behind. Not broken. Not damaged. Just never enough to justify. (Not broken) (Not damaged) (Just never enough to justify)
