They don't hand you a manual when you're born.
No step-by-step on how to breathe through heartbreak,
how to stitch your own heart back together
after someone tears it open just to see what's inside.
Growing up feels like walking barefoot through glass-
you'll bleed,
you'll learn,
and you'll still have to keep walking.
People will love you until they don't.
They'll build you up,
break you down,
try to fix what was never broken,
and sometimes, they'll destroy you just to feel whole themselves.
And yeah-
there are days the world feels like it's out to get you,
but maybe it's just trying to teach you
how to fight without losing yourself.
Because life isn't fair,
but it's honest.
It gives and it takes
and still expects you to show up tomorrow.
No one gave you a book of rules,
so write your own.
Messy pages. Crossed-out dreams.
Ink-stained hands.
Grow anyway.
Love anyway.
Live anyway.
Because the truth is-
everybody's just trying to figure it out,
one heartbeat at a time.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
They don't hand you a manual when you're born.
No step-by-step on how to breathe through heartbreak,
how to stitch your own heart back together
after someone tears it open just to see what's inside.
Growing up feels like walking barefoot through glass-
you'll bleed,
you'll learn,
and you'll still have to keep walking.
People will love you until they don't.
They'll build you up,
break you down,
try to fix what was never broken,
and sometimes, they'll destroy you just to feel whole themselves.
And yeah-
there are days the world feels like it's out to get you,
but maybe it's just trying to teach you
how to fight without losing yourself.
Because life isn't fair,
but it's honest.
It gives and it takes
and still expects you to show up tomorrow.
No one gave you a book of rules,
so write your own.
Messy pages. Crossed-out dreams.
Ink-stained hands.
Grow anyway.
Love anyway.
Live anyway.
Because the truth is-
everybody's just trying to figure it out,
one heartbeat at a time.
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