(Rap Verse)
Morning cracked open like a wound on my skin,
Sixteen years living with the chaos within.
Dad’s shadow stretching long, floorboards full of dread,
Nights I don’t talk about replaying in my head.
Liquor on the dresser, silence sharp as a knife,
I’d been running from the truth for half my life.
And the world outside kept spinning like it didn’t care,
While I drowned in a house with no oxygen or air.
(Melancholic Line)
“I was breaking quietly, and no one heard the sound.”
(Rap Verse 2) — the window
That window stood there like a witness to my pain,
Fog on the glass, heartbeat loud like a train.
Kids gathering outside, backpacks, morning breath,
Normal life walking straight past my death.
Hands trembling, thoughts unraveling,
Emotions overload, sanity traveling.
I wasn’t thinking future — I wasn’t thinking clear,
Just a storm in my chest and the taste of fear.
(Melancholic Line)
“The world looked far away… and I felt even farther.”
(Rap Verse 3) — the moment she fired (safe, symbolic)
Then something snapped —
a whisper turning into thunder,
a pressure in my head
breaking me asunder.
I lifted my hands,
the world outside a blur,
felt the weight of a choice
I barely knew was hers.
A crack in the air,
a violent tear in time,
a sound that didn’t feel like mine.
I didn’t see faces,
just motion, just fear,
just the echo of a girl
who wished she’d disappear.
(Melancholic Line)
“The moment left my body before my mind knew what I’d done.”
(Rap Verse 4) — dissociation
Everything went distant, muted, unreal,
Like I’d stepped outside myself and forgot how to feel.
Sirens in the distance crawling up my spine,
And I couldn’t tell what was the world, what was mine.
Nothing made sense —
the noise, the shock, the dread,
like all the years of hurt
had exploded in my head.
No victory, no thrill —
just a cold, hollow space,
a broken child staring through a ghost in the glass.
(Melancholic Line)
“If I could have stopped myself… I swear I would have screamed.”
(Rap Verse 5) — the phone call
Then reporters, questions, chaos everywhere,
Lights in my face, too bright, too unfair.
My brain shut down,
my mouth froze tight,
so I said something stupid
just to get through the night.
“I don’t like Mondays”—
words with no soul,
a shield from the truth
that was eating me whole.
It wasn’t cool,
wasn't clever or tough—
just a teenage mind
that had finally had enough.
(Melancholic Line)
“Sometimes the lie is easier than explaining the pain.”
(Rap Verse 6) — regret
Now regret is a shadow I never outrun,
a weight I carry for what can’t be undone.
Not a day goes by I don’t replay the fall,
the moment the world changed —
worst version of it all.
I know what I did,
i know the hurt I made,
and that truth never leaves,
never softens, never fades.
I was drowning in a life
i didn’t choose to live,
but drowning doesn’t justify
what I couldn’t forgive.
(Final Melancholic Line)
“If I could rewind the morning, I’d break the cycle, not the world.”
