I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.

Now we’re in darker times.

A creeping feeling—
apathy is the norm.
It feels dangerous
to know
there’s no turning back.

All caught up
in the madness,
no room
for sadness.

We live in a world
where humanity
has fallen.

Gaslighting everywhere.
No one reads
between the lines.

They glance past the facts,
look away
instead of standing
for human rights.

I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.

When we weren’t told
to sympathize
with hate.

I can live
with madness.
But to accept it
as the norm—
that is madness.

You’ve spent a long time walking
down a darker lane,
spiraled out of control,
dragged yourself
into the wrong kind of fame.

Now you’re picking up the pieces,
learning they’ll only remember
who you used to be—
not who you are now,
not who you’re becoming.

There is no turning point
when they look the other way.
Still you hope that someday
someone will take you
with open arms.

’Cause there’s no greater harm
than being lonely,
being lost.
No greater harm
than being lonely,
being lost.

You’ve reached your breaking point,
almost given in.
But I want you to know:
your past does not define
who you are,
or what you’ve become.

You cannot let the sins of yesterday
swallow you whole.
Yesterday doesn’t define
who you’ve become today.

And today,
you are enough.

no one knows
you better
than i do.

so get back up—
start again.

don’t you dare
go down,
don’t disappear,
don’t vanish
into thin air.

you spent your life
wallowing, drowning,
instead of swimming—
you chose
to sink.

so just beat it.
beat it.

to make it out alive,
you do what you can.

so beat it.

obstacles are gifts,
challenges in disguise.

one second. two.
count to ten.

time is valuable.
it doesn’t matter
how long it takes—

just beat it.

Fighting for sleep,
fighting for peace.

Manic, depressive
episodes, just
to start.

Doing everything I can
just to not
fall apart.

So I can
make it another day—
wake up
with a fresh start.

Tried to reset,
tried to see,

but the future is blurred,
and I can’t believe
I’m back at square one:

the battle
of the elastic
heart.

The knives
hit harder
this time,

but I’m not afraid.
I’m not afraid
to get back up,

and show the world—

I’m not broken.
I’m not folded.
I’m not out
for the count.

it’s a bad,  
bad world.  

the world's  
on fire —  
and i'm just  
livin' in it.  

don’t  
tell me  
it's alright,  

don't tell  
me it'll  
be fine.  

because  
when the  
fire winds  
down,  

all that's  
left is smoke —  
truths and regrets.  

the world  
feels heavy,  

and i wish  
this wasn’t  
testing me.  

(is it over yet?)  

all  
i want,  
and all  
i need,  

is to  
find my  
center again —  

and not  
let this  
get the best  
of me.  

because  
being pulled  
down by  
the weight  
of the world  

is somewhere  
i don’t  
want to  
end up  
again.

tricked myself
into believing
i was okay.

took another path,
veered off course—

now my
neuropathways
are backfiring.

forcing myself
to keep my head high,

so i don’t slip
into the same
chaotic state

that’s way
too familiar.

it’s all
so tiring.

i’m sick
of it.

tired of
feeling comatose,
unalive,

just drifting.
with tired
eyes.

i’m ready
for what’s next.

i need something
with weight—
with substance.
with meaning.

i’m done
keeping my
head down.

i’m done
drowning.

it’s my time.

this isn’t
my ending.

this is the
beginning

of an era
they thought
was lost.

i’m reclaiming
what’s mine—

i’m ready
for

what’s next.

because nothing
will hold me down

anymore.

you’ve suffered
for so long

and now
you want to give up

because all
you’ve ever wanted
was to be
something
to someone —

to belong
in this world

your knees buckle
and hit the ground

you try to cry
but nothing comes out

you ask yourself:
am i emotionless?
am i
down
for the count?

touching the surface
you look
for ways
to escape
this spiral

is this
the final
temperamental break?

you scream
shaking your fist
at the sky

you search
for hope —
but you see it
nowhere
at all

maybe one day
you’ll wake up

and realize
hope
was always
around

move
forward,
rebound.

this is your
time —

your time to
not let your
emotions
drown.