Nobody knows how many times I’ve been let down, How many times I’ve sat in my room, staring into the void, Letting tears fall, unseen, unheard.

Nobody knows the moments I’ve lost hope, The times I’ve felt the fragile edges of myself crack, When darkness whispered, and I struggled to push it away.

Nobody knows how many times I’ve had to hold it in— Swallowed the screams, buried the weight of it all, Pretended to be whole while breaking apart inside.

How many times bad thoughts have whispered their poison, And how I’ve fought them back, silent, alone. Each breath a battle, each day a war, fought without glory or medals.

Nobody knows how many sleepless nights I’ve spent, With my mind running in endless loops, replaying every mistake, Every word left unsaid, every moment that slipped through my fingers.

There are days when getting out of bed feels like a victory, When the simple act of breathing feels like a triumph over the shadows. Days when I wear a smile as a mask, convincing the world I’m okay, While deep down, I’m piecing myself back together, shard by shard.

Sometimes the strongest among us are those who love in spite of their scars, Who wipe their eyes in the shadows so no one else will have to, Who carry the invisible burdens that would crush another.

I hold myself together for those I love, even when the pieces barely fit, I carry my wounds like armor, not to show but to survive. I fight for the light, even when the darkness surrounds me, I choose love, even when it feels like the world is crumbling.

Only those who have lived in the depths of night can truly see the beauty of dawn— The light that cuts through, soft and tentative, yet enough to make you believe again. The dawn that reminds you there is still hope, still a reason to keep going, That even after the darkest nights, the sun will rise, and so will you.