" 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