I’m just going to share this song here… Not much I can say, the words in this song speak for me. The lyrics are below.

 

Song Lyrics

Come stand where I stand for a minute,
Do not judge what you have not lived in.
I smile outside, then I go quiet,
Back to the room where I try to survive it.

You know my name, not what I carried,
You saw me standing, not where I buried
All the days I could barely move,
All the nights I had nothing to prove.
I am still here, still learning to breathe,
Still more than what happened to me.
If the world has no place for people like us,
I will make one from the dust.

I was a kid who learned fear too young,
Read every door, every voice, every tongue.
Some homes look safe when people pass by,
But walls can hear what the street will not find.

I learned to stay small, learned not to speak,
Learned that love could change in a week.
I kept old memories under my bed,
But they still found ways to live in my head.

My body grew tired before I grew strong,
Too many things in me felt wrong.
Other people ran while I waited for help,
I hated the life, but not myself.

So I wrote things down when the room got dark,
Put broken days into paper hearts.
Not for attention, not for a show,
Just so the pain had somewhere to go.

You know my name, not what I carried,
You saw me standing, not where I buried
All the days I could barely move,
All the nights I had nothing to prove.
I am still here, still learning to breathe,
Still more than what happened to me.
If the world has no place for people like us,
I will make one from the dust.

I grew up feeling like a missing piece,
Like everyone else had a map but me.
Doctors, papers, rooms with no heart,
People kept fixing the wrong broken part.

I was not a number, not a case in a file,
I was a child who needed a smile.
I needed a hand, I needed a home,
Not another place that made me feel alone.

Some days I get jealous of normal things,
A walk outside, a job, small dreams.
But I know every person hides some weight,
Some smile at noon and break by eight.

I still get angry at what was stolen,
But hate keeps doors in the past wide open.
So I breathe, step back, let the fire cool,
I will not become what hurt me too.

You know my name, not what I carried,
You saw me standing, not where I buried
All the days I could barely move,
All the nights I had nothing to prove.
I am still here, still learning to breathe,
Still more than what happened to me.
If the world has no place for people like us,
I will make one from the dust.

Sometimes the night comes back too loud,
Old voices walking through the house.
I close my eyes, but the pictures stay,
So I count my breath until they fade.

I do not need to fly away,
I just need one lighter day.
One morning where my chest feels free,
One quiet hour that belongs to me.

And if you are out there feeling the same,
Tired of carrying things with no name,
Take my hand through the noise and rain,
We are not broken beyond repair again.

You know my name, not what I carried,
You saw me standing, not where I buried
All the days I could barely move,
All the nights I had nothing to prove.
I am still here, still learning to breathe,
Still more than what happened to me.
If the world has no place for people like us,
I will make one from the dust.

I am still here with my scars and my story,
Still finding light in the small morning.
Still half afraid, still half alive,
Still choosing one more step tonight.
If the world has no place for people like us,
I will make one from the dust.

So come stand where I stand for a minute,
There is more to a life than the pain inside it.
I am not the hurt they left in me,
I am the man still trying to be free.