it won't Break Me

Depression knocks, suicide whispers, they tell me I’m not enough. I feel the weight, I hear the lies, but still — it won’t break me. Some couldn’t make it, their silence cuts deep. We remember them, we carry their names. Some fought through and rose again, scars on their skin, light in their eyes. You who survived — you are proof that surviving is possible. To anyone drowning right now: asking for help is not a crime. It is courage, it is strength, it is life choosing you again. For everyone who is tired of carrying the night alone, you are not alone. For everyone who has been lost and for everyone who found their way back — we keep you. Not a crime to ask, not a shame to reach; reach, speak, breathe, stay.