You don’t have to smile just to make them feel right,
You don’t have to shine just to earn their spotlight.
You don’t need to hide all the cracks in your soul—
Even shattered things can still be whole.
They told you to heal, then come back with grace,
But healing’s not linear—it’s a goddamn maze.
Some days you stand, some days you crawl,
And some days you feel like nothing at all.
But you’re here. And that’s loud. That’s proof that you stayed.
You’ve lived through the nights when you almost gave way.
You’ve fought through the silence, the shame, the regret—
So don’t you dare say your story’s done yet.
You are not wreckage. You are not waste.
You are not something the world should replace.
You are not broken beyond all repair—
You are still breathing. That means you're still there.
Even in pieces, you carry your worth,
Not born from perfection but rise from the dirt.
From ashes, from chaos, from things torn apart—
Still beats the rhythm of your lionheart.
You’ve cried over love that forgot how to stay,
You’ve begged for the pain just to go away.
But scars do not ruin the skin that they mark—
They just prove you’ve been walking through dark.
So let them judge. Let them not understand.
Let them talk while you quietly stand.
You don’t owe anyone a polished disguise—
Let them flinch when they look in your eyes.
Because those eyes have seen hell and still came back home,
Built kingdoms from silence and grew out of stone.
You are not waiting for someday to be—
You are worthy now. Undeniably.
So rise with your ruin, your rage, and your grace.
Let your tears leave a trail they will never erase.
You don’t need fixing. You don’t need to be new—
Even in pieces, the world needs you.
