Poetry
Silent Echoes
Guess I don't know what I've been feeling,My future's blurred, my wounds not healing.Surroundings twist into a maze,And I'm lost within this endless daze.
If someone could truly feel my plight,They'd run to hold me, hold me tight.I've started finding comfort in sadness,Tell me, is that some kind of madness?
It's funny how they mock me down,Try to break me till I drown.I swear I'm trying, giving my best,But it all still feels like a failed test.
Decisions that scarred my past,Made in haste, that couldn't last.I fall and fall, I sink again,Just to taste a hint of pain.
Yet in small things, I find my grace,In fleeting moments, I've found my place.Hey you, could you see my desire?It's not fading, it's an undying fire.
And maybe someday, when I'm finally free,The world will see the strength in me.Till then, I'll dance in my silent storm,A soul still bruised, but beautifully reborn.