I wake up in a house that doesn't breathe
Still hear your voice in the floorboards beneath
The mirror holds a stranger’s face
Wearing grief I can’t erase
The world keeps turning like it’s fine
While I unravel, lost in time
They say the pain will start to fade
But it still visits me every day
There’s ashes in the silence
Echoes in my chest
Wounds that never fully close
Just learn to rest
I carry what I cannot speak
A weight that makes my spirit weak
But I survive with every breath I take
Even when I break
I smile in photos out of place
While haunted eyes still search for grace
I fake the calm, I hide the storm
But trauma has a quiet form
The world wants answers I can’t give
They don’t know how hard it is to live
When every memory cuts like glass
And every heartbeat grieves the past
There’s ashes in the silence
And stories left untold
I wear my hurt beneath my skin
So no one knows
I’m stitched together, scar by scar
Trying to find out who we are
After the fall, after the quake
Even when I break
It’s not weakness, it’s surviving
It’s not healing, it’s just trying
Some days I drown, some days I float
But I’m still here — that means hope
There’s ashes in the silence
But I still make a sound
Even when my voice is low
I stand my ground
Grief may never let me go
But I have roots that still can grow
So I will rise, for my own sake
Even when I break
Even when I break…
I still remain