Behind the jokes and tired smiles,
some people hurt for miles and miles.
They carry battles every day,
while acting like they’re fine,
just saying “I’m okay”.
The world won’t always see the strain,
the overthinking, the fear and the pain.
The sleepless nights, the 3am sinking chest,
the mind that never rests.
But strength’s not loud. It doesn’t shout.
Sometimes it’s just not checking out.
It’s the shaking hands that hold on tight,
trying to fight until the dark has gone.
It’s scars that hurt but slowly fade,
the strongest people can be frayed.
It’s hearts that crack under the strain
yet somehow stand back up again.
And if right now your path feels tough,
and every day feels too much,
remember this before you fall,
you don’t have to hide it all.
Because needing help is not defeat.
Even strong people can feel beat.
And some of the bravest you will meet
are those still standing on tired feet.
One step forward still counts the same,
even crawling through the rain.
And someone watching from afar
might heal because you showed your scars.
Because sometimes the people still fighting quietly are the strongest of all.