I’m falling apart, piece by piece
Years go by, but there’s no release
My body hurts, my bones complain
As if they’re learning the language of pain

What started inside my soul
Slowly took a physical role
The heart got heavy, the flesh followed through
Now every breath feels overdue

But I won’t burden anyone with my pain
Maybe that’s wrong, maybe it’s vain
Everyone carries their own weight, their chain
So I’ll speak about joy — and swallow the pain

Some nights hurt more than I admit
Some mornings I just quietly sit
I know I’m not the only one
Bleeding slowly under the sun

But I won’t burden anyone with my pain
Maybe that’s wrong, maybe it’s insane
Everyone walks with a private flame
So I’ll talk about joy and hide the pain

Silence feels safer than asking for air
Explaining this weight feels unfair
If I speak, I might break the calm
So I wrap my wounds in a smile, a psalm

But I won’t burden anyone with my pain
Maybe that’s wrong, maybe it’s my chain
Everyone carries their own terrain
So I’ll tell stories of joy — and keep the pain

One day I might learn it’s okay
To let someone hear what I never say
Until then, I stand the same
Talking about joy
While carrying pain