“Stop being dramatic.”
Oh… sure.
Let me just fold my chest in half and pretend it doesn’t hurt to breathe.
Let me swallow the world, smile through the smoke, and act like that’s normal.
Let me learn how to burn quietly enough that it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

Every word I say, you twist it until it fits you.
Every feeling I feel, you erase it until it’s quiet enough for the room.
My chest is too loud.
My tears are too heavy.
My voice is too much.
So I guess I should just stop.
Stop asking for help.
Stop reaching for understanding.
Stop hoping that maybe this time, you’ll hear me before you dismiss me.

Stop being dramatic.
Stop.
Being.
Dramatic.
That’s what you say when I flinch, when I shake, when my breathing catches on itself.
Looking your way is dramatic.
Crying for help is dramatic.
Speaking when it’s inconvenient is dramatic.
Existing in the wrong tone of voice is dramatic.
Do you hear how cruel that sounds?
I’m not a scene.
I’m a heartbeat trying not to disappear.
I’m a person trying to exist without being punished for feeling too much.

I’m dramatic because I feel everything deeply, even when I wish I didn’t.
I’m dramatic because silence eats me alive when I keep it in too long.
I’m dramatic because I survive what you refuse to see.

Because I still reach for you, even after you’ve looked away.
I remember every joke you used to cut my truth in half.
Every time you laughed when I tried to explain.
I’m not trying to be loud.
I’m trying not to vanish.

You think I’m performing.
You think I want attention.
No.
I just want someone to notice I’m bleeding before I start apologizing for the mess.
You call it overreacting because you can’t stand the reflection of your own indifference.
You want me quiet so you don’t have to hear what you did.
Fine.
But silence doesn’t mean safe.
Silence just means you win.

Stop being dramatic.
Stop telling me what’s real and what’s allowed to hurt.
Stop deciding which parts of me are too much to love.
Stop calling it overreaction when I’m just reacting at all.
You call it noise, but this is me breathing.
You call it a scene, but this is me begging.
You call it drama, but this is me trying to exist without needing permission to exist.

And when the echoes fade, I’ll still be here.
Small, shaking, but still here.
You can call it drama.
I call it surviving.
I call it reaching for light in a room that keeps calling it fire.
I call it living in color while the world demands grayscale.
I call it feeling—because feeling is the only proof I’m still alive.

“Stop being dramatic.”
Yeah, I’ll get right on that.
Right after I stop being me

"Stop Being Dramatic"

One more night… in the glow…
[Verse 1]
Woke up in the wreckage, dashboard cracked like my grin
Speed’s ghost in the mirror, but your whisper pulls me in
Neon veins on the skyline, bleeding purple into black
I chase the blur from the highway, but it’s you I want back
Fingers trace the scar where the wheel met my chest
One drag from your fire, and I’m dressed in your best
No more engines screaming, just this quiet inferno
Velvet on my skin, but the burn’s what I know
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s the silk that deceives, the ease that undoes
Heart’s a thief in the dark, stealing breaths from the blue
I said I’d walk away clean, but the door’s always cracked
One taste of the nothing, and I’m lost in the act
[Chorus]
Velvet chains, wrapping slow ‘round my throat
You glow like a promise I swore I’d outgrow
Pull me under the lights where the shadows don’t show
One more hit, and I’m yours—addict’s oath in the low
Velvet chains, heavy as heaven’s disguise
Neon high in my blood, but it’s fear in your eyes
Trade the crash for the calm, let the rush turn to lies
Wrapped in your glow, I forget the fall
One more drag, and I’m nothing at all
[Verse 2]
Bottles line the altar, reflections of the king I was
Paradise in rearview, now it’s pills in the buzz
Your rhythm’s in my pulse, trap beats echoing the vein
Melodies like morphine, washing clean all the pain
Friends call from the static, voices thin as the smoke
But your haze is my harbor, where the broken folks choke
I trace the lines on my palm, see the map to the end
But the journey’s too sweet—why fight what you send?
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s the silk that deceives, the ease that undoes
Heart’s a thief in the dark, stealing breaths from the blue
I said I’d walk away clean, but the door’s always cracked
One taste of the nothing, and I’m lost in the act
[Chorus]
Velvet chains, wrapping slow ‘round my throat
You glow like a promise I swore I’d outgrow
Pull me under the lights where the shadows don’t show
One more hit, and I’m yours—addict’s oath in the low
Velvet chains, heavy as heaven’s disguise
Neon high in my blood, but it’s fear in your eyes
Trade the crash for the calm, let the rush turn to lies
Wrapped in your glow, I forget the fall

[Bridge – Rap]
Yo—woke in the wreck, glass in my palm like a crown
Paradise in the ash, but the ash still burnin’ down
One pill, one line, one sip—velvet on the tongue
Turn the scream to a hum, now the devil got a song
I was speed on the dash, now I’m slow in the vein
Trade the wheel for the chain, let the ghost take the blame
Mirror talkin’ reckless: “You the king, never fold”
But the crown made of smoke, and the throne turnin’ cold
Mom’s voice in the static, prayin’ I don’t fade
But the high got a halo, and the low got it made
One step from the edge, but the edge got a bed
Velvet rope round my neck—call it love till I’m dead

Velvet Chains

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