Unbroken Video (MV)

First light of day, I must swallow the pill,
A tiny beacon of hope, a promise fulfilled.
Chemicals in my veins, a lifeline to my soul,
But am I defined by this medical scroll.
They call it "treatment," I call it my fight,
I battle the shadows that threaten my light.
The pills may be bitter, my spirit is sweet,
I won't let them break me;
I'm not accepting defeat.
I am unbroken, though the storms rage within,
These scars are my badges, the proof that I've been.
Through the side effects and most weary days,
Finding strength in my weakness, in my own weary ways.
The doctor's words echo: "Take this twice a day,"
But they don't know the courage it takes to stay.
To face each morning with constant resolve,
The rattle of a bottle as your alarm clock's call.
They call it "therapy," but I call it my art,
A canvas of resilience painted on my heart.
The pills may be small, but my will is vast,
I won't let them define me; I'll outlast.
I am unbroken, though the storms rage within,
These scars are my badges, proof that I've been.
Through the side effects and most weary days,
Finding strength in my weakness, in my own weary ways.
Sometimes the world sees weakness in a bottle,
But I see survival, a symphony of throttle.
Each dose is a note in my anthem of grace,
A melody of healing, a rhythm to embrace.
I am unbroken, though the storms rage within,
These scars are my badges, proof that I've been.
Through the side effects and most weary days,
Finding strength in my weakness, in my own weary ways.
So here's to the medicine, the elixir of fight,
To the battles won silently, in the shadows and light.
I wear my flaws like a crown, I rip off these chains,
For I am unbroken, when the world thinks I'm insane.