This is my story

Here I am- fighting this raging storm inside me while trying to maintain a smile. Playing it off with a simple "I'm fine", when in reality I'm scared to let the world into my hurt and pain. 

There are days when I barely speak, not because I have nothing to say, but because the silence feels safer than another shattered echo. 

Scared to again have my trust shattered into pieces like it was so long ago. 

Yet here I am, still struggling to hold on- but still standing, nonetheless. 

Constantly trying, fighting to overcome my pain. 

Crying myself to sleep some nights, wishing I could take it all back- to just undo what I did. 

Even though it still hurts... I'm still standing. 

I still blame myself for the cracks, like I was the one who broke. But I'm learning to see that survival isn't pretty, and healing never follows a script. 

I didn't ask for this storm, but I'm learning to breathe through the thunder. One moment at a time slowly becoming more than the pain. 

This is my story.