For The Ones Still Fighting Under The Chaos

People think they know you. 

They see the mood swings, the dodgy choices, the times you disappear – they write you off.

They don’t see what it costs just to keep breathing sometimes.
They don’t know what it’s like to feel safest when you’re numb because every time something felt real, it broke you. 

They say “You’re acting like a dick”
Nah. You’re just hurting. 
You’re not lashing out –  you’re bleeding.

You Push people away because you’ve learned “safe” is usually a lie.
You ghost them because being wanted feels dangerous.
You use, it not to feel high – but to stop feeling like a burden

They don’t see that part.

They don’t see the loyalty underneath it.
They don’t see that you’d fight and die for the ones you love – you just don’t know how to stay long enough to feel loved back. 

But I do. 
I’ve been there. Maybe I’m still there. 

And I don’t think you’re broken. 
I think you’ve survived everything that tried to break you – 
and now you’re just trying to figure out how to live without hiding. 

So this is for the ones still figuring it out. 

The one who sits in silence wondering if anyone actually sees them.
The ones who can give love but don’t know how to accept it.
The ones who keep messing up and keep coming back – because coming back still matters.

You’re not your worst moment.
You’re not your addiction.
You’re not the version of yourself built in survival mode. 

You’re still here. 
And that counts.

So whatever today is – loud, numb, messy or beautiful ) you’re not alone. 

We Fight. 
We Fall.
But we don’t vanish.
Not anymore.