I wake up in the same old room,
the air is thick and still.
The morning doesn’t ask me much,
just if I have the will.
They tell me that I’m still too young,
like time is on my side.
But I feel like I’ve fought a thousand wars
with nowhere left to hide.
I’ve won enough to keep me here,
but not enough to heal.
Some victories don’t feel like wins,
they just teach you how to feel.
The mirror knows the shape I wear,
but not who I once was.
My eyes look older than my years,
like they’ve seen too much because
I carry scars you cannot see,
they sit beneath my skin.
A quiet proof of every fight
I somehow lived within.
I speak less now, I hear it all,
but nothing settles in.
The voices feel so far away,
like echoes wearing thin.
I tell myself it will move on,
but I don’t think it’s true.
And somewhere deep inside my chest,
it all comes back to you.
If I could choose another path,
I don’t know what I’d do
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 4:36 AM UTC
I wake up in the same old room,
the air is thick and still.
The morning doesn’t ask me much,
just if I have the will.
They tell me that I’m still too young,
like time is on my side.
But I feel like I’ve fought a thousand wars
with nowhere left to hide.
I’ve won enough to keep me here,
but not enough to heal.
Some victories don’t feel like wins,
they just teach you how to feel.
The mirror knows the shape I wear,
but not who I once was.
My eyes look older than my years,
like they’ve seen too much because
I carry scars you cannot see,
they sit beneath my skin.
A quiet proof of every fight
I somehow lived within.
I speak less now, I hear it all,
but nothing settles in.
The voices feel so far away,
like echoes wearing thin.
I tell myself it will move on,
but I don’t think it’s true.
And somewhere deep inside my chest,
it all comes back to you.
If I could choose another path,
I don’t know what I’d do
