one more breath

Hook

These voices in my head keep telling me to quit,

But I’m still right here, I won’t let go of it.

One more breath, one more night, one more reason to fight,

When the dark tries to pull me under, I hold on to the light.

I’ve been breaking inside, but I’m not giving up,

Got a heart full of scars, still a soul full of hope.

If you’re barely hanging on, just know you’re not alone

We can make it through the dark if we hold on to hope.

I wake up every morning with a weight on my chest, trying to win a war inside my head with no rest. The voices tell me I’m not enough, telling me to give in when the road gets rough. I smile for the world and keep the pain out of sight, saying I’m okay while I’m losing the fight. Everybody sees the laughs but never sees the scars. Nobody knows how dark it gets when I’m lying awake in the dark.

I’ve been carrying the pressure like a stone in my soul, trying to patch every crack while losing control. I can be surrounded by people and still feel completely alone because it’s hard asking for help when survival is all you’ve ever known. Some nights I break down with nobody to call, wondering if I’d even matter if I disappeared at all. But somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice cuts through all the noise, reminding me that I didn’t come this far just to lose myself.

Hook

These voices in my head keep telling me to quit,

But I’m still right here, I won’t let go of it.

One more breath, one more night, one more reason to fight,

When the dark tries to pull me under, I hold on to the light.

I’ve been breaking inside, but I’m not giving up,

Got a heart full of scars, still a soul full of hope.

If you’re barely hanging on, just know you’re not alone

We can make it through the dark if we hold on to hope.

I’ve memorized the ceiling from the nights I can’t sleep, fighting battles in silence that run deeper than words can explain. Every memory cuts like a blade, and my mind turns every mistake into another reason to quit. It tells me nobody cares, makes me question my worth, and convinces me that I’ll never escape the darkness. But I’ve survived every day that I thought would be my last, and maybe that’s proof that there’s still a reason for me to keep going.

Maybe healing isn’t a straight line. Maybe scars never fully fade. Maybe courage is waking up every morning even when you’re scared to face another day. Maybe strength isn’t pretending that you’re okay—maybe strength is choosing hope when your world feels like it’s falling apart. So I’ll keep moving forward, even if I have to crawl. Even when my demons have me backed against the wall, I’ll keep believing that somewhere beyond this pain is a version of me finally learning how to breathe again.

Outro

So if you’re hanging by a thread tonight, don’t let go. If all you managed to do today was survive, that’s enough. The storm in your mind won’t last forever, and the world is better with you in it. I’ll keep holding onto hope, even when I can’t see the ending, still holding onto light