Some days
I wake up already exhausted
Like I spent the whole night
Fighting battles
I don’t remember choosing
My chest feels tight
Before I even breathe
I stare at the ceiling and wonder
How many more mornings
I can drag myself through
I keep moving anyway
Not because I’m brave
Because stopping scares me more
Because if I sit still too long
The thoughts get loud
And start chewing on the soft parts of me
People say you’re doing great
And I nod like I believe them
But inside I’m holding everything together
With shaking hands and stubbornness
I’m tired of pretending I’m fine
I’m tired of pretending
But pretending works
I’m trying my best
Even when my best looks like
Getting out of bed at noon
Or answering one message
Or not crying in public
Even when my best is just
Not giving up today
I don’t need applause
I don’t need advice
I just need a moment
Where the world stops demanding
More than I have
Until then
I’ll keep going
Messy
Uneven
Honest
Because even on the days
I feel like I’m falling apart
I’m still here
And that has to count for something