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.