give it a title Boyi 😂

Life taught me pain before it taught me words. I learned to endure before I learned to speak. Some battles came silent, sat on my chest at night, and dared me to break. I smiled through storms because breaking in public meant death, and silence became the only refuge to bleed. Life tests you when your hands are empty, asks for strength after it steals your bones. I carried dreams on shattered shoulders, faith while doubt whispered my name like a curse. Time forgot me. Progress skipped my door, leaving only the hollow echo of “be patient.” Pain stripped me to the marrow, taught humility through fire, patience through blood. Survival is not heroic it is quiet, relentless, unseen. Life did not ask if I was ready. It just took, and waited to see if I would fall. I did not. Bruised. Heavy. Still standing.