FINAL CHAPTER UNKNOWN

My story holds so many twists and turns

that I’m not sure if I’ll make the final chapter.

Not because I lack will—

However, this book continually tests the limits of what a human can carry.

There were nights survival wasn’t courage,

It was inertia.

The body moved out of habit

When the mind had already checked out.

Some pages are still radioactive.

Touch them and the past lights up again.

Trauma doesn’t ask permission—

It reminds you it never left.

I learned how to function while fractured,

How to sound okay with my insides screaming.

I learned the world applauds endurance

But rarely stays for the aftermath.

I’ve buried versions of myself without ceremony,

Let them rot quietly so the rest could walk.

No memorials. No closure.

Just the ache of knowing something innocent died.

The future doesn’t promise rescue.

It doesn’t guarantee relief.

It just keeps opening the door and saying,

If you’re still breathing, you’re not done.

And that’s where the encouragement lives—

Not in hope as a miracle,

But hope is a decision you remake daily,

Even when it feels pointless.

You don’t have to feel strong to keep going.

You don’t have to believe it gets better to stay.

You just have to outlast the moment that’s lying to you.

Progress doesn’t announce itself.

Sometimes it looks like getting up anyway.

Sometimes it looks like staying alive out of pure defiance.

If you’re still here, you are not failing.

You are enduring something heavy.

And endurance is not weakness—it is work.

Maybe the final chapter isn’t peace or healing or answers.

Maybe it’s proof that you refused to disappear.

That you kept writing, even with shaking hands,

Even when the ink was grief.

So if today all you can do is breathe and read one more line,

That counts.

If all you can manage is not giving up,

That is enough.

You don’t owe the world a beautiful ending.

You owe yourself the chance to see

What happens if you stay?

~~~🎶SONG LYRICS🎵~~~

Verse 1

My story’s a maze with the lights blown out,

Wrong turns, dead ends, still I grind it out.

Pages bent, corners torn by regret,

Some nights I ain’t sure I survived it yet.

I wrote with shaking hands, blood on the lines,

Tryna sound strong while I’m losing time.

I’ve been the cause, the cure, the scar, the blame,

Talking to God like, “Yeah… I helped light the flame.”

I learned pain don’t knock, it kicks the door,

Takes what it wants, then asks for more.

I smiled through hell, made jokes with grief,

Called it growth just to keep belief.

Chorus

I don’t know if I’ll see the final page,

But I’m still here, still breaking the cage.

If the ending’s dark, let it know my name—

I fought my way through the fear and flames.

Final chapter unknown, still I write,

Ink made of scars, heart still tight.

If I fall, let it be face-first toward the light.

Verse 2

Some chapters short ‘cause I barely breathed,

Some stretched long just to punish me.

I buried hope, then dug it up again,

Swore I was done—then I wrote “amen.”

I trusted lies dressed up as truth,

Lost whole years tryna stay bulletproof.

But armor gets heavy, pride gets loud,

And silence almost put me in the ground.

Still, I learned strength ain’t loud or clean,

Sometimes it’s choosing not to leave.

Sometimes it’s waking up mad as hell,

And living anyway just to rebel.

Chorus

I don’t know if I’ll see the final page,

But I’m still here, still breaking the cage.

If the ending’s dark, let it know my name—

I fought my way through the fear and flames.

Final chapter unknown, still I write,

Ink made of scars, heart still tight.

If I fall, let it be face-first toward the light.

Bridge

I stopped asking life to be fair,

Started asking if I still care.

Stopped begging heaven for a sign,

Started showing up one breath at a time.

Spoken Word (Outro)

This ain’t a victory speech.

This is proof of pulse.

If you’re still breathing, the book ain’t closed.

And not knowing how it ends

Isn’t a curse—

It’s permission

To keep going.