Some days, the sun forgets to rise,
Or maybe it does—behind gray skies.
I dress in silence, wear my pain,
A shadow walking through the rain.

The mirror stares, but doesn’t see,
The storm that churns inside of me.
A thousand thoughts, all left unsaid,
A heavy world inside my head.

Laughter feels like distant sound,
A ghost that never lingers ‘round.
And joy—a name I used to know,
Now just a flicker, faint and low.

I try to breathe, but not too deep,
For fear I’ll wake what doesn’t sleep.
The ache is quiet, soft, and slow
A bruise that no one else can know.

But still—I’m here, and that’s not small,
I rise each time I start to fall.
Though light feels far, and hope is thin,
Survival means I’m still within.