My heart stopped beating, but am still breathing.
Drink in my hand , but it's not healing.
You tore it out, left me on empty.
Dead inside , but my lungs keep working.
Pour another shot just to feel alive.
Every night the silence keeps me locked in this ache.
Say it's over , but your name still on the screen.
Face on replay in my mind like a ***** routine.
Tired to smoke out the pain, tried to drown out your sound.
All these faces in the crowd, but it's you I still can't drown.
I'm still alive but you took the best of me.
Left my ribs wide open where my heart used to be.
Should I text , should I call ?
Hit delete, disappear.
But you're everywhere I look when the morning comes near.
You were my everything, now am losing my mind .
Can't run from you , can't leave you behind.
Look what you made me, now I can't feel.
My heart stopped beating, but am still breathing.
Drink in my hand , but it's not healing.
You tore it out, left me on empty.
Dead inside , but my lungs keep working.
I see myself from the outside.
Hands shaking, cold, staring down another glass (so cold).
Used to want tomorrow, now I barely want tonight.
Told myself I'd let you go, but I still can't ask. Why'd you break me like that?
My heart stopped beating, but am still breathing.
Drink in my hand , but it's not healing.
You tore it out, left me on empty.
Dead inside , but my lungs keep working.
Still here, still breathing.
But I don't feel a thing.
Author Note – Refrain with No Cure
This piece was never about healing—it’s about repeating. It captures the quiet ache of being physically present but emotionally emptied by loss. The refrain echoes the way grief loops inside us, long after the person is gone. I didn’t write this for closure—I wrote it to prove I’m still breathing.