Morning Comes Anyway

Every day is the same cycle. Wake up, survive, repeat. She goes through life like a routine she cannot escape: school, work, home, silence. Smiles she no longer feels. Achievements that mean nothing. A version of herself she doesn't recognize anymore.

And at night, when the world finally quiets down, that's when it hurts the most.

Because no matter how tired she is... her thoughts don't let her rest.

Especially when a single picture is enough to remind her of everything she lost.

She tries to convince herself that she's fine.

That other people have it worse.

That she's just weak.

But deep down, she knows the truth.

Some wounds don't scream.

They just stay.

And she is slowly learning what it means to keep living when nothing inside her feels alive anymore.

Because even when everything falls apart...

morning still comes anyway.