Hardstuck Storm

Queue pops. I don’t even feel hype anymore. Same champ, same skin, same lane I’ve played before. I know every matchup, every trade window frame, But somehow every night it’s the same damn game. I’m 3–0 at ten, wave stacked clean, Perfect flank angle nobody’s seen. Ult hits five — the screen goes white — And we still lose that fight. They say “just carry harder” like I didn’t try. Like I didn’t ping drag four times before it died. I watch the Nexus fall again, And I’m wondering when I stopped having fun. Pre-Chorus Maybe Emerald’s where I belong. Maybe I was never that strong. Maybe all those clean mechanics Don’t mean a thing when the team panics. Chorus I’m the storm but I feel so small, Lightning in my hands, still I fall. Every loss screen hits the same, LP drops like it knows my name. I play it right, I track, I roam — Still feels like I’m alone. I don’t know what I’m grinding for… But I queue once more. Verse 2 Mute all. Deep breath. Tell myself it’s just a game — not life or death. But why’s my chest tight every time That victory screen’s not mine? I watch streamers say “just improve.” Like I’m not reviewing every move. I freeze waves, I ward deep, I give everything I’ve got to keep The lead alive. But one mistake — not even mine — And twenty-five minutes gone in time. Four votes no. One more try. And I’m staring at gray like “why?” Pre-Chorus I don’t wanna hate what I love. I don’t wanna feel not enough. But when the climb just feels unfair, It’s hard not to sit and stare. Chorus I’m the storm but I feel so small, Lightning in my hands, still I fall. Every loss screen hits the same, LP drops like it knows my name. I play it right, I track, I roam — Still feels like I’m alone. I don’t know what I’m proving for… But I queue once more. Bridge (Quiet, honest) Maybe I need a break. Maybe my heart just aches. Maybe I tied my worth To pixels and ranked plates. I used to laugh in normals. I used to just enjoy the plays. When did it turn into Me measuring myself in days Between wins? Maybe I’m more than this. More than Emerald’s grip. More than a loading screen And a post-game tip. Final Chorus (Stronger, not happy — just determined) I’m the storm — I know I am. Even if no one else understands. Some nights I break, some nights I bend, But this won’t be where I end. I’ll step away when I need to breathe, Come back when I believe. Whether I climb or whether I don’t — I’m still me. And that’s enough. Queue pops. …Okay. Let’s go.