I didn't wake up from a dream—I woke up because the silence became too loud to ignore.
The ceiling above me looked the same as yesterday, and yet…everything felt heavier.The kind of heavy that doesn't come from the body, but from the soul.The kind of tired that sleep can't fix.
I'm not the person I used to be.I'm not the version who used to believe that love could save.I'm not the boy who thought kindness would return if he just kept giving.I've learned the hard way… it doesn't.
The world taught me lessons with clenched fists and broken promises.And somehow, I survived it.I got back up.I built a life.I even made some people proud.
But what they don't see…is how I lost pieces of myself in the process.
I stand on my own now—not out of choice, but necessity.I smile, but only because it's easier than explaining why I want to scream.They see success.I see scars.
People talk about light at the end of the tunnel.But no one ever tells you that the light can come too late—after you've already gone blind from the darkness.
I've built a version of myself that can survive anything.But I miss the one who wanted to live for something.
In the quiet of morning, when the city is still half-asleep,that's when the memories come.Uninvited.Unforgiving.
A voice I tried to forget.A face I still see behind every stranger.A love I wasn't enough for.
This is not just a story about pain.It's a story about survival.About how I kept walking…even when my soul had already collapsed miles ago.
And maybe—just maybe—there's something waiting at the end of this endless walk.Something worth it.
Or maybe not.But I have to keep walking anyway.Because turning back?There's nothing left behind me.