Still Breathing

Wake up tired of carrying the weight. Of words I never said,

mistakes I can't erase. My mind keeps running circles in the dark.

Counting every crack in my own heart. I smile in mirrors like I'm

doing fine. But some nights I barely cross the line. Between holding on

and letting go. I don't know which way I'm supposed to go. But there's a

quiet voice inside my chest. Saying, "You're allowed to rest".

I'm still breathing. That's enough for now. Still standing even if I don't

know how. I don't need to be strong today. I don't need