In Shadow of Becoming, a teenager stands at the crossroads of adolescence and adulthood, caught in a whirlwind of doubt and discovery. As they grapple with the complexities of growing up, they question everything they once believed-faith, self-worth...
To live and survive is different, yet the same, Two sides of a coin in life's cruel game. Living feels like enduring the strife, Surviving the moments that shape my life.
Every day, a battle unseen, Between what I feel and what might have been. Living the hard times, surviving the storm, Trying to find where my soul feels warm.
Living is breathing, a rhythm to keep, But surviving is restless, no peaceful sleep. It's carrying weight no one can see, A fight to exist, to simply be.
Living should be more than this fight, It should feel like chasing the light. But when all I know is surviving the pain, Living becomes the same refrain.
Surviving is holding on by a thread, Living is wishing for peace instead. The line is thin, blurred in my mind, Between what I lose and hope to find.
Living the laughter, surviving the tears, Caught in the current of fleeting years. Moments of joy, swallowed by dread, Living the memories of what lies ahead.
Surviving feels like walking alone, A heavy silence carved in stone. Living, they say, is a gift to embrace, Yet I feel like I'm running a losing race.
To live is to hope, to survive is to fight, Both are a struggle to find the light. Perhaps they are one, perhaps they're apart, A conflict of mind, a war in the heart.
So here I stand, caught in between, Living the unseen, surviving the routine. Each step I take, unsure, unkind, Searching for meaning I still can't find.
Will living feel lighter when survival ends? Or are they just echoes, twists, and bends? For now, I breathe, I fight, I stay, Surviving the night, living the day.
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