QTie
Well-Known Member
Sometimes I disappear,
Not because I hate the world,
But because my soul gets tired
Of pretending to be heard.
I don’t want joy,
I don’t want pain,
I don’t want to smile,
Nor cry again.
I just want silence,
A place where I can breathe,
No questions, no explanations....
Just me,
Being me,
Finally at peace.
Not because I hate the world,
But because my soul gets tired
Of pretending to be heard.
I don’t want joy,
I don’t want pain,
I don’t want to smile,
Nor cry again.
I just want silence,
A place where I can breathe,
No questions, no explanations....
Just me,
Being me,
Finally at peace.
