Survive It Part 2

Lyrics : I grew up learning how to read footsteps in the hallway Like weather forecasts before the storm Mama smelled like cigarettes and red wine prayers Kitchen sink drowning in yesterday’s ghosts I was six carrying buckets like holy water Trying to save somebody older than God intended School taught me numbers, not survival So I learned silence instead Turned my bedroom into a bunker While the neighbors slept through wars in my head My dog looked at me like I was worth staying alive for Funny how love sometimes walks on four legs Meanwhile I was bleeding invisible Smiling so nobody called me weak There’s a version of me Still frozen in that house Hands shaking at midnight Waiting for screaming through the walls I wear my pain like velvet on my skin Beautiful damage nobody can fix Every scar became another language Every goodbye still lives inside my ribs And if heaven exists I hope it smells like peace and rain Not alcohol and broken dishes Falling like thunder on my name They stabbed my face but missed my spirit Still got glass inside my memory Doctors stitched the skin together But nobody stitched what happened mentally I loved people who loved chaos more than me Women shaped like unfinished poems I kept confusing being needed With finally feeling chosen Now I drive through sleeping cities Windows fogged from overthinking life Trying to outrun old versions of myself That still wake up terrified at night People say “time heals” But time just teaches you endurance How to carry oceans quietly Without flooding everybody around you I stopped asking the world to save me Some wounds become part of your architecture Not everything broken wants repair Some things just want understanding And maybe strength Is waking up gentle After life gave you every reason to turn cold Now my heart sounds like slow piano in an empty bar Still playing songs for people who already left Still searching for light inside abandoned rooms Still finding beauty in emotional wreckage If you see me smiling now It’s not because the pain disappeared It’s because I survived long enough To make poetry out of fear Some people inherit money Some inherit storms I inherited both silence… And the need to survive it