I’m tired,
longing for a lullaby, a gentle hand to rest my head.
My heart is heavy,
seeking a shoulder that won’t turn away instead.
People surround me,
yet I yearn for the ones I can truly call mine.
Words keep building up inside,
but for a kindred soul, I search through time.
There’s silence,
there are sobs, the night is dark and deep,
Within me lies a broken self,
a part of me I no longer keep.
Lost in a crowd of faces,
I search for who I used to be...
Now all I want is to find some dignity
in the echo of just my name, quietly.
No hunger for love, no thirst for friends remains,
Only if someone could read
what my silence contains...
I long for a breath,
a presence—
that understands the pain, without asking my name.