" It’s okay to live, even if you’re unfinished." This song began from that single realization.

The imperfect self. Emotions that refuse to be sorted. Pain that defies words. This is the story of "me"—carrying it all, yet choosing to step forward.

There were nights when even breathing felt heavy. I wore a mask of "I'm fine," acting strong, only to lose what I meant to protect. I didn’t realize I was grinding my own soul down to nothing.

But I will let no one judge me anymore. Not by their "righteousness," nor by the violence they call "justice." Broken, scarred—it doesn't matter. I am standing here. That fact alone is my proof of existence.

The pain of futures not chosen. Questions for a life that didn't know how to stop. The doubts remain. Still, I tell myself: weakness is not a sin. Until my voice cracks, I will scream: "I will never betray myself."

It doesn’t have to be beautiful. It doesn’t have to be complete. As long as there is breath in my lungs, that is enough.

This is an anthem for "you," tired of a world demanding perfection. And a letter to my past self. Live on, exactly as you are—unfinished.

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In this room where the light is still on

Stacking up another day without answers

Even my breathing feels too loud

I was breaking before it began

The only thing I learned quickly was how to smile

Faster than anyone else

“I'm fine” became my magic phrase

Just to silence myself

Pretending to be strong

Was the safest choice

“I’m not broken”—

I rewrote that lie again and again

What did I think I was protecting?

My hands are empty anyway

The word “believe”

Feels too heavy now

Tell me… who does “rightness” belong to?

I throw it down, still unprocessed

UNFINISHED ME, UNFINISHED ME

I don’t need a beautiful answer

That righteousness is what broke me

Even covered in wounds, I’m still here

STILL HERE, STILL HERE

This collapsed version of me

No one has the right to judge

Nights I can’t return from keep piling up

Memories keep multiplying

The future I didn’t choose

Still digs its nails into me

Not “I can still do it”

But “Why am I here?”

Every time I ask myself

My heart wears down a little more

If reasons to give up

Are more than enough

But there was never a place

Where I could stop in the first place

Weakness is not a sin

I scream back, still unorganized

UNFINISHED ME, UNFINISHED ME

Don’t hit me with your righteousness

I won’t kneel anymore

If I’m broken, then so be it

NO MORE LIES, NO MORE LIES

Until my voice cracks

I won’t betray myself

Unable to say anything

Unable to change anything

Yet I still made it this far

It wasn’t strength

It wasn’t correctness

Just the fact that I survived

That alone is enough

I’m still here.

Stepping forward, still unfinished

UNFINISHED ME, BUT STILL ME

Toward a future that will never be complete

Just for today, I’ll accept myself

Where I fell

And the traces of blood

All of it is my proof

It doesn’t have to be beautiful

I’M NOT DONE YET

Morning doesn’t have to come

Night doesn’t have to end

Still unfinished

And yet, I move forward

Unfinished… still breathing