In the silence, shadows creep,
A heavy heart, a pain too deep.
I’ve wandered far, through endless night,
Yet still, I stumble, lost the light.
Each day a mask, I wear with care,
But underneath, despair’s laid bare.
The smiles, they fade, and laughter’s cold,
A story written, ache untold.
I’ve searched for warmth in every face,
In crowded rooms, I find no place.
No glimmer sparkles in this void,
Just echoes of a hope destroyed.
I’m done with fights, with weary sighs,
With borrowed strength and empty tries.
No more the pretense, no more the role,
I can’t pretend to be whole, to be whole.
The world spins on, but I stand still,
A heart that’s heavy, a spirit that’s ill.
And though I long to see the dawn,
The night is where I feel withdrawn.
Yet still, a whisper in the dark,
A flicker lingers, a fragile spark.
Though I am weary, tired to the bone,
Could one small light guide me home?
So here I am, with thoughts so deep,
A yearning, a void, a restless sleep.
But maybe, just maybe, in shadows’ flight,
There’s still a chance to find some light.