Lately life’s been heavy, like a storm I can’t outrun,
Fighting with the person I should never fear becoming.
He asked me where the rooster went, as if I held the truth,
But the dog had taken fate away before I ever knew.
He said that I was worthless, just a shadow in the room,
Couldn’t wash a single dish, couldn’t watch a bird at noon.
And every word he threw at me cut deeper than a knife,
Like echoes in an empty hall that swallow up the light.
And when he spoke her name, dragged my mother through the dirt,
Seven years gone, but still the way he said it hurt.
His anger filled my ears until I couldn’t even breathe,
And all I saw was darkness begging me to leave.
But I’m still here, breaking through the night,
Holding on to pieces of my broken sky.
Sixteen years and carrying a world too hard to bear,
Crying out for someone who would actually care.
I wanted a family like the movies always show,
But all I got were memories I’m learning to let go.
I’m still here, even when I don’t know why—
Holding on to pieces of my broken sky.
Then he called his woman, told a story twisted wrong,
She said I wasn’t worth a thing, like love had never come along.
The same one who was kind to me, who smiled when I was near,
Unveiled the truth behind the mask I wanted to believe.
And he said he’d throw me out, like I was nothing in his life,
And something in me shattered under all those sharpened lies.
I made myself a promise no forgiveness would be found,
For every poison word they used to try to bring me down.
And though the pain is burning like a fire in my chest,
I swear someday I’ll rise and finally take a breath.
Their voices won’t control me, won’t define the life I live,
I’ll build a future from the strength they never tried to give.
’Cause I’m still here, breaking through the night,
Holding on to pieces of my broken sky.
Sixteen years and dreaming of a world that doesn’t hurt,
Trying to find a home where I don’t feel like I’m the dirt.
I wanted a family like the movies always show,
But maybe I’ll create the one they never chose to grow.
I’m still here, even when I don’t know how—
Holding on to pieces, trying to stand somehow.
And someday I’ll be free of all the echoes in my mind,
The words they tried to bury me with, I’ll leave them far behind.
I’ll learn that I am worthy, that the pain was not my fault,
That even broken wings can learn to cross the sky at dawn.
I’m still here, rising from the night,
Building something new under this broken sky.
Sixteen years but stronger than they’ll ever understand,
A heart in ruins still can learn to stand.
I wanted a family made of love, not fear and lies—
And I’ll become the person who creates their own sunrise.
I’m still here, and I won’t let myself die—
I’ll turn the pieces into something that can fly.
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