We Don’t Quit Here

I’ve had days where my head feels like a locked door, where every little

thing hits harder than before. I laugh it off,

I keep it clean, but inside I’m fighting scenes I’ve never even seen.

Still, I show up—messy, real, because giving up

is not a skill. If you’re standing on the edge of “I can’t”

again— hold— We don’t quit here, we don’t fade out slow,

we turn the bad nights into something we own. If you’re shaking, it’s fine—let the

rhythm steer, we don’t quit here… we’re still here. Some people talk