Beneath my skin, a silent scream,
A war that steals the will to dream.
Each thought a blade, each breath a chore,
I fight the same fight as before.

The morning breaks, but not for me
The light just burns what I can't see.
It blinds, it mocks, it calls me out,
While I sink deeper into doubt.

I walk through life in shadow’s grip,
With cracks along my sinking ship.
I smile, I nod, I play my part,
While drowning quiet in my heart.

"You’re not enough," the voices hiss,
"No one would notice what they miss."
And though I know they like to lie,
Some days, I still believe I’ll die.

But not today though I am numb,
Though all I feel is what's to come.
Some thread still holds me to the ground,
A fragile tether, barely bound.

It’s not a spark, it’s not a flame,
Just something small I cannot name.
But it's enough to keep me near,
To face the dark, to fight the fear.

So when the weight begins to press,
And I am lost in hopelessness,
I'll grip that thread with trembling hands,
And plant my feet in shifting sands.

I may not shine, I may not soar,
But I will crawl back from the floor.
No finish line, no perfect track
Just breath by breath beneath the black.