RISING THROUGH THE HURT

Some days…

It feels like the world’s askin’ too much.

Like your heart’s carryin’ more than it was built for.

But you’re still here.

And that means something.

This one’s for the fighters who cry and keep going anyway.

I been walkin’ through the dark with my chest feelin’ tight,

Tryna smile through the pain but it don’t feel right.

I been holdin’ in tears just to make it through the day,

Tellin’ everyone “I’m fine” when I’m breakin’ in a quiet way.

Depression hit heavy like a storm with no warning,

Some nights I pray just to make it to the morning.

But I rise — even when my hands shake from the fear,

Even when my heart hurts from the weight I bear.

I ain’t flawless — I’m cracked, but I’m still standin’ tall,

Even when I’m on the floor, I refuse to fall.

Every scar on my soul is a story I survived,

Every tear that I shed is proof I’m still alive.

I rise up — even when I’m breakin’ inside,

I keep pushin’ — even when the tears won’t hide.

I stay strong — even when the world feels cold,

I keep goin’ — even when I’m losin’ control.

Life can’t hold me down — I’m rising through the pain,

Every dark night ends, and I’ll see light again.

I been down in the places where the silence screams,

Where the mirror shows a stranger and you’re scared of what it means.

Where you wake up feelin’ empty, but you still get dressed,

Still show up for the world with a heart under stress.

I been fightin’ with the shadows that live in my mind,

Tryna outrun memories I wish I could rewind.

But I learned — even broken wings can fly,

Even shattered hearts can still reach the sky.

I don’t hide from the pain — I let it teach me grace,

Let it carve out strength in the softest place.

Yeah, I stumble, but I rise with a trembling flame,

Every fall just reminds me I’m still in the game.

I keep movin’ — even when I’m tired and worn,

I keep fightin’ — even when my spirit feels torn.

I stay solid — even when my hope feels thin,

I rise higher — even when I don’t know how to begin.

You can’t break what’s healing — I’m growing every day,

I’m the storm, I’m the rain, I’m the one who’ll find a way.

Some nights I cry quietly so nobody sees,

Some days I’m strong, some days I fall to my knees.

But I breathe — even when my chest feels tight,

Even when my soul feels lost in the night.

Even storms gotta run outta rain,

Even hearts that ache can rise again.

I’m the proof that pain don’t mean defeat,

That even shattered souls still find their beat.

I been low, real low, where the world feels numb,

Where you pray for a sign but the sign don’t come.

Where you fake a smile just to make it through,

Where you carry pain nobody ever knew.

But I rise — not because I’m fearless or strong,

But because I deserve to keep livin’ on.