I smiled like it was stitched there,
like maybe if i faked light,
the dark would forget me.

They called me strong,
but only after watching me break
and not bleed loud enough.

I loved like a house on fire-
burning warmth,
but choking in smoke.

Sometimes, I whisper to mirrors:
"Who saved you when you saved them?"
The silence echoes me.

I carry old versions of myself
like ghosts in my pcoket-
some still cry when the room gets quiet.

And maybe that's the twist:
the softest people
learn to vanish first.

My life is a puzzle with pieces that don't fit,
Corners word down, edges split.
It's quiet in places it used to scream,
And loud in the ruins of every dream.

It's cracked like glass, chipped at the seam,
But it still reflects every hope, every theme.
Some days it sinks, some days it stands-
But even in chaos, it holds out its hands.

My heart? A bruise that still beats true,
A mess of old battles I somehow lived through.
It's not some masterpiece you hang up proud,
But it's mine- still here, still loud.

Little. Broken.
But still....good.
And maybe that's enough.
Maybe that's more than it should.

Some days,
it feels like I'm the ghost
in my own life.
Quiet.
Unseen.
Held together
by maybes
and caffeine.

The ones who should've stayed
left marks instead.
And love -
it felt more like
a dare I kept losing.

But still,
I make my bed.
I hum a song I half-remember.
I laugh
at things that aren't funny
just to feel my voice again.

I don't shine big.
Not yet.
But **** it -
I glow.
And that's something.

You loved me quiet,
kept it low -
a secret spot
where no one'd know.

You fed me lines,
then cut the string,
left me hanging
on everything.

I made you light
when you were smoke,
I held on tight
and nearly choked.

You let me fall
without a sound -
and still, I hoped
you'd turn around.

But love like that?
it doesn't stay.
It fades like you -
just walks away.

I've stopped trying to make sense of anything.
The vibes are weird,
my charger's missing,
and I think I cried over a bagel this morning.

Growth?
Yeah, I guess.
I didn't text back my ex today.
That's something.

My goals are ambitious:
Eat breakfast,
drink water,
and not emotionally spiral before noon.

I keep saying "it is what it is,"
but I have no clue what "it" is
or why it's so dramatic all the time.

I tried journaling.
Wrote "I'm tired" seventeen times
and called it a breakthrough.

People say "be present,"
but I left my focus in 2019
next to my sense of stability and charger cube.

Some days I feel unstoppable.
Other days I stare at the wall
like it's got answers.

I'm not winning,
but I'm not losing either.
I'm just....here.

Breathing.
Sort of thriving.
Accidentally funny.

Which honestly,
is the most relatable thing I've ever been.

When the road gets rough and the nights get cold,
When the weight's too heavy and the fear takes hold,
Stand your ground- don't run, don't hide.
There's fire in your heart and steel in your stride.

Bruised and battered, bent but proud,
Still you rise, still you're loud.
Let the doubters talk, let the storms all rage,
You're more than a chapter- you're writing the page.

So tighten your fists and lift your chin,
The battle isn't over - you're built to win.

We were nothing.
But you knew it could've been something.

You felt it.
You just weren't brave enough to hold it.

I wasn't asking for a future.
Just for you to show up in the present.

But every time I got close,
you pulled back.

You said things that sounded like want,
but acted like maybe.

I gave you softness.
You gave me silence.

And now you want to talk.
Now that I've swallowed the ache,
now that I've stopped reaching.

But where were you
when I was trying to believe this could be real?

Still stuck in the past.
Still chasing what broke you.

If you'd shown up-
really shown up-
we could've built something.

But now you'll never know.

Because I'm done waiting
for someone who only knows hot arrive
once the door's already closed.