She wakes up, gets dressed, smiles on cue No one sees the war behind her eyes She laughs at jokes, turns in her work But inside, something quietly dies Her brain is a broken record Repeating: You’re tired. You’re done. Just quit. But she keeps moving, keeps pretending Because stopping feels like admitting it She’s the girl who’s always “okay” Who texts back, who shows up, who tries But her thoughts are heavy, sharp, relentless And no one hears her silent cries She blasts music in her ears Not for fun—but for survival Because lyrics drown out the whispers And bass becomes her revival She’s not lazy, not dramatic She’s fighting a monster no one sees And every day she chooses to stay Is a victory, a quiet plea She doesn’t want attention She wants peace She wants her mind to be hers again To feel joy without needing noise to silence the pain