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I’m tired of pretending I’m some warrior in the dark.
I’m fucking human, barely.
I drag myself through days that feel like wet cement,
and everyone says “it gets better,”
like that ever helped anyone drowning.

People born with silver spoons scream “just work harder,”
like I didn’t bleed for every inch I ever walked.
Like some of us don’t start life already buried,
hands tied, dirt in our teeth,
digging upward just to breathe.

I’m tired, man.
Not the kind sleep fixes.
The kind where your bones sigh when you stand.
The kind where even hope feels heavy.

Life is unfair 
not poetic, not mysterious just cruel.
Some people fall upward,
and some of us drown in the shallow end.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
I don’t know where the hell I’m going.
I just know giving up would be easy…
but staying alive might mean something
if I ever find a reason to.
Someone.
Something.
Anything.
Just one spark,
and I swear I’d fight again.

It’s lonely wanting to matter in a world
that forgets your name before you finish saying it.
It’s lonely wanting arms to fall into
when all you get are cold shoulders and cold nights
and colder thoughts.

I’ve been angry,
I’ve been petty,
I’ve been spiteful as hell 
because hurting is easier when everyone looks at you like furniture.
Background noise.
A person-shaped blur.

I just…
I want someone to see me before I vanish.
Not because they need me,
not because they pity me 
but because they choose to.

But choices are luxuries, aren’t they?
Some people choose houses, vacations, futures 
I choose whether to get out of bed.

Life is unfair 
not tragic, not profound, just fucking rigged.
Some are handed everything,
and some of us fight the universe with broken fingers.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know what comes next.
I just know walking away would be simple…
but staying here means maybe, maybe
I could matter to someone someday.
And that’s worth more than running.

If I ever find a hand reaching back,
I’ll hold on.
If I ever find a reason not to give up,
I’ll chase it.
But right now…
I’m halfway to nothing,
and I’m trying to crawl upward anyway.

I’m still here.
Barely.
But here.
And maybe that counts for something.
Even if life doesn’t play fair…
I’m still fucking trying

Halfway to Nothing

fractured does not mean broken... 
its means becoming..

These are not for charts, this is not for fame. This is for the one who finds it and dreams with it. Even if only a single soul ever listens, the story will live.

Halfway to Nothing

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