I try to find
A place where silence grows,
Where my demons lose my name,
Where they can’t remind me
Of the man I failed to become.
I search for one more moment
To breathe without the weight,
One fragile second
Where my own reflection
Doesn’t look away.
But it never comes.
It never comes for me.
Every road bends back
To the same empty room,
The same familiar ghost.
I’m so tired of my own company,
Of every conversation in my head.
The walls know every secret,
Every lie I told myself
Just to make it through the night.
Maybe peace was never a place.
Maybe it’s a fire
That burns too far away to warm these hands.
So I’ll keep walking through the dark,
Carrying a heart
That forgot how to believe in dawn.
And if tomorrow finds me,
Let it find me standing—
Bruised, exhausted,
Still haunted…