Some days I feel broken and tired.
I carry pain I don't always talk about,
memories that still ache when I'm
alone. I don't have all the answers.
I still fall apart in quiet moments and
miss what once meant everything to
me. But every day, I wake up and try
again. I breathe through the pain
and take small steps forward. I may
be broken, but I haven't given up:
I'm still trying.