Still here

Yeah I don’t need to hide my scars

Learned to leave my pride in the car

Used to fake a laugh on the way home

Now I only carry what I own

Long nights on the mattress

Staring at the ceiling fan

Wonder if the past still has me

Or if I’m finally who I am

I’m done pretending that I’m fine

Choking on the scripted lines

If it hurts

Then let it hurt

If it burns

I’ll know my worth

I’m not folding for their plans

Not erasing where I stand

Every crack across my hands

That’s my proof I’m still here

Still here

Phone full of names I never call

Ghosts that only text when I fall

Used to chase a place at their table

Now I eat alone and feel stable

Little rituals in the silence

Pour a drink

Then pour it out

Say a prayer into the quiet

Try to learn a softer doubt

I’m done pretending that I’m fine

Choking on the scripted lines

If it hurts

Then let it hurt

If it burns

I’ll know my worth

I’m not folding for their plans

Not erasing where I stand

Every crack across my hands

That’s my proof I’m still here

Still here