Don’t ask me if I’m doing fine,
I buried that beneath the line
Where rage once roared, a silence grew,
Now all that’s left is residue.

I used to burn, I used to break,
I screamed until the seams would shake.
But fury fades like all things do
It leaves you cold and hollow too.

You taught me how to bite my tongue,
To swallow pain and stay unsung.
Now every word I don’t release
Becomes a chain that won’t find peace.

I’m not okay, I’m not alive,
I only breathe so I survive.
A statue made from smoke and stone,
A soul that’s tired of breaking alone.

There’s thunder under quiet skin,
A war I fight but never win.
So don’t mistake this vacant face
It’s rage, it’s grief, it’s my disgrace.

But in the ash, a spark remains,
A pulse defiant in my veins.
I’ll rise, not soft, but forged and true
Not who I was, but someone new.