Still Here

In the darkest corner of the night, where loneliness lingers and rain falls, I lived between love that once held me and hate that later tore me apart. Pain didn’t scream—it whispered behind broken smiles and empty stares. My mind was a battlefield, a constant mental chaos. I thought of suicide, not as escape, but as silence. A pause. But then, something glowed inside— perhaps a faint breath of hope. I learned that change is slow, and healing isn’t forgetting— it’s living with the ache and still choosing to move forward. I chose to speak, to feel, to scream if I had to. And though some days still weigh heavy, I no longer walk alone. I found peace, not as a place, but as a decision. One I make each day— because I’m still here. And I choose to live.