Life doesn’t ask if you’re ready.
It simply arrives — loud, chaotic, and cold.
People come and go, promises fade, and even the brightest days turn to night.
You smile when you're breaking, laugh when you're empty,
because that’s what survival looks like now.

They say it gets better.
But some days, better just means “less painful.”
And some nights, you lie awake, wondering
if you're truly living — or just slowly disappearing.