I didn't scream. I didn't cry.
No final whisper, no goodbye.
My dreams just... slowed,
then slipped away
too tired to beg,
too numb to stay.
I didn't fall from skies above,
I just let go of what I love.
Not because it hurt too deep,
but because
it never let me sleep.
Dreaming started feeling wrong
like singing lies inside a song.
Another hope, another weight,
Another chance to suffocate.
I'm not broken.
Not in pain.
But dreams now drip
like acid rain.
They sting, they burn, they crush the air
and I've run out of strength to care.
I live like shadows haunt the floor,
A ghost behind a bolted door.
Not reaching out. Not reaching in.
Just standing still,
beneath my skin.
I gave up not because I'm weak,
But because peace is all I seek.
And chasing stars that always fall
isn't worth the climb at all.
So if you ask me where they went
My dreams, my fire, my firm intent
I'll just smile with empty grace,
and let the silence take their place.