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Sometimes I sit here and think,

What am I worth?

If I disappeared into the silence,

Would anyone notice the empty earth?

I wear a smile like borrowed skin,

A mask that’s grown too hard to break.

No one hears the cracks beneath,

Or sees the strength it takes to fake.

I replay every word I’ve said,

Every failure, every goodbye.

Collecting pieces of myself

From places where I learned to die.

The mirror knows the truth too well.

It reflects a face I barely know—

Someone tired of carrying storms

No one else can see or hold.

People say the night will pass,

That dawn arrives for everyone.

But some nights stretch for years inside,

Long after morning has begun.

Still… somewhere beneath the shattered glass,

A heartbeat refuses to surrender.

Not because the pain is gone,

But because even broken things remember.

So I’ll sit here and question my worth,

And I’ll cry where no one can see.

But if tomorrow finds me breathing,

Perhaps that’s proof there’s something left in me.