lost

In the silence of my thoughts, I break, a weight too heavy for words to take. Each breath a battle, each day a fight, just surviving, just holding on tight. The world demands more than I can give, but in this struggle, I still choose to live. Pills to pills, day by day, finding strength in the moments I don’t fade away. I lie awake, lost in a dream, where peace is real, or so it seems. But the night whispers truths I can’t ignore, that survival is victory, nothing more. They say it's okay to not be okay, but how long can I carry the weight of the fray? Still, I rise, though broken inside, finding courage in the places I hide. For in the quiet, I find my fight, surviving another day, holding on tight. I may not have it all figured out, but in this journey, I know what it's about. It's not about triumph or endless success, but surviving the storm, nonetheless. And in each breath, I find my grace, just making it through, in this fragile spac