Images… They can make you smile, calm you, teach you, But also fool you, twist you, break you. Sometimes they crash into your eyes without warning, Showing what you swore you’d never see again. They chase you, Even when you try to outrun them. You move like a ghost inside your own skin, Trying to stay present, trying not to fall But the pictures in my mind Won’t let me breathe, won’t let me hide. They’re burning through the dark of night, Turning every shadow into a fight. And every time I close my eyes, I lose the line between truth and lies. Tell me, am I breaking down inside, Or just trying to survive? Awake, my body moves like a wired machine, Acting out things I never mean. A slip, a shake, a step too far— Tiny fractures showing who we are. And when I sleep, Everything becomes a twisted movie scene. I scream without a sound, I run but I’m nailed to the ground— ’Cause the pictures in my mind Won’t let me breathe, won’t let me hide. They’re burning through the dark of night, Turning every shadow into a fight. And every time I close my eyes, I lose the line between truth and lies. Tell me, am I breaking down inside, Or just trying to survive? I’m not losing my mind… I’m taking it back. Every silent scream is breaking through the cracks. Every shadow that tried to own me Is shaking now — I’m done staying on my knees. I am the fire they couldn’t drown, The heartbeat they could never shut down. If I’m shaking, it’s the chains around me breaking Not me. I’m still here. And I’m louder than the silence they left behind. Let the pictures fade… Let the echoes fall. I’m breathing in the dark tonight, Learning not to fear it all. And if the ghosts return, I won’t run, I won’t retreat— ’Cause surviving isn’t madness. It’s the rhythm Of my heartbeat.
