Pills on the nightstand, alarm going off. Another morning I didn't die in my sleep. Body's a graveyard of things that went wrong. Mind is a riot the medicine can't keep. I get up. I always get up. Not because I want to, because I don't know how to stop. And the people who love me, they love me from far. Close enough to see me, never close enough to reach. They say I'm here for you like it's a card. But cards don't keep you warm when you're dying on the beach. I'm the wounded one with the broken wings. Still flying somehow, still trying somehow. Don't ask me how. The damage is permanent, the scars are the proof. But I'm still in the air, I'm still breathing the truth. I'm not falling, I'm just heavier than I used to be. And nobody notices the weight on me. Kid with a brain that was wired for war. Before I could read I was reading the room. Every room I entered I was looking for the door. Every hand that held me left a bruise in the dark. I turned my pain into pages, my rage into sound. And the sound is the only thing that never let me down. I'm not asking for a savior. I'm not waiting for a sign. I just want to stop pretending I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'M NOT FINE. I'm just tired. Not of living. Of hoping. Hoping is the part that kills you..
