Days We Don’t Talk About

We wake
before light.

Alarm.
Hunger.

Water's cold.
Bread is dry.

Still,
we move.

No choice.
No pause.

We dress
for war

Not with guns,
but silence.

Not with armor,
but smiles.

Outside,
the noise starts.

Buses scream.
Voices clash.

Everyone
chasing something.

Money.
Escape.

Approval.
Air.

We pass
each other.

No eyes.
No words.

Just steps.
Fast ones.

Every second
feels borrowed.

We fake
strength well.

We say
“I’m fine.”

We lie.
Everyone does.

Inside,
we break.

Not once.
Every hour.

A bill
unpaid.

A dream
forgotten.

A message
not sent.

But we continue.
Because we must.

Because weakness
isn’t allowed.

Tears
are for night.

Only
our pillow knows.

We scroll.
We compare.

Fake smiles.
Fake wins.

But it stings
“Why not me?”

We swallow it.
Hard.

We nod
and keep going.

Because quitting
is louder
than crying.

Still,
some days

We breathe
too deep.

We look
at sky.

And hope
it answers.

But clouds
just pass.

No reply.
Only wind.

Still,
we keep going.

We hold on.
Not for dreams.

But for
those who can’t.

For little siblings.
For old parents.

For the ones
who believe.

Even when
we don’t.

We live
this life

Not perfect.
Not fair.

But real.
Ours.

So tomorrow,
we rise again.

Same pain.
Same hope.

Because somewhere,
in all this

We still
believe.

That someday
something changes.

Even if
no one says it

We're fighting
a life
worth surviving.