Don’t let it break me

Intro – whispered / soft]

Sometimes the loudest battles

are the ones nobody hears…

The ones behind the eyes.

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Little girl with a storm in her chest

World on her shoulders, smile on her vest

They said “be strong,” so she never cried

Built her walls high, locked pain inside

Every memory knocking like thunder at night

Every scar whispering “you could bite”

Anger tasted sweet on the tip of her tongue

But she swallowed the fire — she was still so young

She learned how to breathe when the room felt small

Learned how to stand when she wanted to fall

People only saw a quiet child’s face

Never saw the wars she survived in place

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I’m standing on a line I can’t see

Dark on one side, light calling me

I hear a voice saying “stay with me”

When the shadows say “break free”

I could shatter, I could scream

I could turn into everything they made me believe

But something gentle keeps holding my sleeve

Saying “don’t let the hurt decide who you’ll be.”

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She felt rage like a blade in her ribs

Every betrayal carved deep in the grids

Sometimes revenge looked easy and warm

Like stepping inside a familiar storm

But then a whisper softer than air

Said “you’re not the pain you wear”

Not thunder, not fire, not chains, not scars

You’re more than the darkness that named your stars

She’d close her eyes, hands in her lap

Begging the night not to make her snap

Fighting demons that looked like her past

Praying the good in her heart would last

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A quiet light in a crowded head

A gentle “child, you’re not misled”

Not screaming, not forcing, just simply near

A warmth saying “I’m here… I’m here.”

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She didn’t win by becoming stone

She won by choosing not to be alone

Not alone in faith, not alone in breath

Choosing healing instead of death

Every day she stepped back from the edge

Not perfect, just making a silent pledge

“I won’t be what they tried to make

I am more than the hurt I take.”

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I’m standing on a line I now see

Dark still calls, but light carries me

The voice that said “stay” set me free

Not from pain — but from letting it be me

I bend, I bruise, but I don’t break

I’m not the darkness I could’ve made

I am the child who chose to stay

And that choice… saved me.