For the Ones Who Almost Quit

This song's not for the ones who made it out clean. It's for the

ones who stayed when they barely could breathe. You wake up tired,

but not from sleep. From carrying things you'd never speak. You smile just

enough so no one knows how close you were to letting

go. You had the words, they sat on your tongue.

Every "I'm fine" weighed a ton. Nobody saw the war you fought, just the days

you showed up and nobody asked. You stood on the edge of a quiet thought.

Wondered if leaving would hurt less or not. But something small, something dumb,