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There's a whisper in the static of my mind again
Counting every crack along the wall
If I don't hold it all together perfectly
I feel like I might lose it all
Every what if like a siren in the distance
Every memory a loaded gun
I keep pacing through the wreckage of my own thoughts
Trying to outrun what I've become
And the fuse burns shorter every day
Every breath feels sharp and thin
I hate the way the smallest spark
Can turn into a storm within
Maybe I'm not strong enough
Maybe I'm too much to hold
Every flaw a neon sign
Every failure loud and bold
But the truth I'm scared to touch
The one I keep running from
Is maybe I don't need perfection
Maybe I just need enough
There are dishes in the sink like accusations
Laundry spilling on the floor
Every mess feels like a mirror
Of the chaos I can't ignore
Some days I snap like brittle glass
Words come out like open flame
I see the hurt inside their faces
Then I drown inside the shame
Every trauma leaves a fingerprint
Every scar rewires the brain
So I fight myself for breathing
When I should just ride the pain
Maybe I'm not strong enough
Maybe I bend till I break
Every tear feels like a failure
Every step a new mistake
But a voice inside the noise
Is finally getting through
Saying I don't need perfection
Just something honest something true
What if healing isn't tidy
What if progress looks like this
Crying in the kitchen light
But still choosing to exist
What if losing it is human
What if cracks let sunlight in
What if being barely holding on
Is where the strength begins
I don't have to win every battle
I don't have to fix every scar
I can breathe inside the breaking
I can love me where we are
I am strong enough to fall
Strong enough to feel it all
Every mess every mistake
Every time I lose my wall
I don't have to be untouched
I don't have to overcome
I just have to keep on breathing
I just have to be enough
So tonight I leave the dishes
Let the quiet hold me close
In the wreckage of my healing
I finally need the least the most
And the voice inside the static
Isn't screaming anymore
It just whispers like a promise
You were always enough before