STILL PROCESSING

Everybody asks me how I’ve been

I say “good” before they finish it

Like I rehearsed the answer in my head

So nobody asks what I really meant

I’ve been deleting pictures, saving texts

Making peace, then making a mess

Some nights I swear I finally moved on

Then one little memory proves me wrong

I thought by now I’d have it figured out

A little less lost, a little less doubt

But maybe growing up is just admitting

I’m not there yet

I’m still processing

Everything I lost, everything I kept

Every version of me I haven’t buried yet

Still processing

The love, the hate, the almosts and regrets

Trying to forgive what I can’t forget

I’m not broken

I’m not finished

I’m somewhere in the middle of becoming different

If you ask me where I’m going

I don’t know yet

I’m still processing

Still, still, still processing

Still, still, still processing

Give me a minute

I’m not finished

Still processing

I used to think that healing had an end

Like one day I’d wake up new again

No baggage sitting underneath my bed

No conversations living in my head

But I’ve got scars I kinda wanna keep

They’re little proof of who I used to be

And maybe I don’t need to understand

Every damn thing before I move again

I thought by now I’d have it figured out

A little less lost, a little less doubt

But maybe growing up is just admitting

I’m not there yet

I’m still processing

Everything I lost, everything I kept

Every version of me I haven’t buried yet

Still processing

The love, the hate, the almosts and regrets

Trying to forgive what I can’t forget

I’m not broken

I’m not finished

I’m somewhere in the middle of becoming different

If you ask me where I’m going

I don’t know yet

I’m still processing

Maybe I’ll never have a clean goodbye

Maybe some questions stay for life

Maybe closure isn’t closing doors

Maybe it’s not needing answers anymore

And I’m learning

Yeah, I’m learning

There’s no deadline on becoming who I’m meant to be

So let it hurt

Let it heal

Let me take my time to figure out what’s real

I’m still here

That’s enough

Maybe being unfinished isn’t giving up

I’M STILL PROCESSING

Everything I lost, everything I kept

Every version of me I haven’t buried yet

STILL PROCESSING

Every goodbye, every second chance

Every wrong turn somehow got me where I am

I’m still growing

Still unfinished

Still somewhere in the middle of becoming different

I don’t need to know exactly where this ends

I’m still processing

Still, still, still processing

Give me a minute

I’m not finished

Still processing…

And maybe that’s okay.