No Sirens for this

There’s no blood on the pavement

No fire in the street

Just a weight in my chest

That won’t explain itself to me

I still go to work smiling

Still answer when they ask

“How you holding up?”

Like it’s something that won’t last

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Some hurts don’t make a sound

They just move in

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There’s no sirens for this

No flashing red or blue

No one rushing in

To tell me what to do

No sirens for this

No scene, no crime

Just a slow kind of breaking

That happens over time

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Bills stack up like questions

I don’t know how to answer yet

Every night I swear tomorrow

I’ll feel something different

They say “others have it worse”

Like that’s supposed to help

Pain don’t work on rankings

It just lives where it’s felt

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I don’t need saving loud

I just need relief

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There’s no sirens for this

No one hears the crack

When you’re still breathing

But you don’t feel intact

No sirens for this

No headline pain

Just the kind of hurt

That learns how to stay

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If I stop and sit too long

It starts to show

So I keep moving

Like that’s the cure I know

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(Hold it in…)

(Keep it clean…)

(Nothing broken…)

(Nothing seen…)

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There’s no sirens for this

So I patch it myself

Learn to live with the ache

Learn to call it health

No sirens for this

But it’s real all the same

Some wounds don’t bleed

But they remember your name

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If help ever comes

It won’t come fast

Till then

I’ll carry this