There’s a sting inside my heart a sharp ache — quiet, but breaks me apart No one sees it, no one knows, but I can feel it when it grows. So I smile to hide the storm, pretend I’m fine, pretend I’m warm, pretend the pain is far away — but it stays, it stays, it stays. How do I say that breathing burns? That every step — the world just turns a little heavier, a little slow, and walking feels like letting go? So I wear my calm like skin, tuck the trembling deep within, pretend m