They see me walking.They hear me breathing.They think I'm alive.
But what they don't see is the hollow space behind my eyes,the silence that screams within my chest,the soul that once dreamed now buried beneath the ruins of expectations.
Every morning I wake up,not to live—but to survive.Not to chase dreams—but to escape nightmares I no longer sleep through.
The world shaped me,broke me,rejected me.And yet, here I am—still standing, still fighting,not for them,not for love,but to prove that even the forgotten can rise.
This is not just a story.This is my rebellion.My truth.My war.
To the world that never accepted me—you should have known,a dead soul doesn't fear the fire.It becomes it.