Aarrghhh
They say...
"being alive is enough"
Breathing fresh air
walking on both legs
chest full of puff
But what’s the use of lungs if they’re drowning in smoke?
What’s the use of laughter if your soul’s a choke?
Look at me now
Head bowed down
Carrying chaos like a cracked crown
Life in disjoint; broken at the joint
Dreams scattered sharp like glass on a point
Smiling in public; but inside I sink
Pour me a future; I’ll drown in the drink
They say time heals; but my clock’s been cruel
Every tick is a trick; every tock a tool...
designed to break me in two
I stitched my nights with silent screams
sewed my scars into crooked seams
Bruised by the burden of being alive
But every breath feels... yea; I barely survive
Friends see the mask; but they never see me
They clap for my strength; blind to the bleed
They toast to my fight; but don’t know the cost
I’ve been living to live; yet slowly getting lost.
They preach “at least you’re living”
but... is this life?
When every breath is a blade; every thought a knife
I drag my shadow through nights that don’t end
I fake my strength; I can’t pretend
I’ve been beaten by days that refuse to heal
Bruised by truths I was forced to feel
I stitched my scars with silence and shame
I wear my wounds but they call it a game
And still...
they clap for my survival song
But don’t know survival’s been killing me all along
Alive? Yes
But living? No
Just a body with a heartbeat; nowhere to go