🇵🇰 armaan🇨🇰 :
you see is a shadow's trace, A ghost that wears my fading face. Too hollow now to hold my name, Too broken to keep playing the game.
If I could choose, I'd let night fall, Close my eyes, let it take it all. This weary soul would find its peace, Where pain and struggle finally cease.
If I could reach, I'd touch the skies, Claim my place and say goodbyes. No need for words, no need for tears, I'd leave behind my weight of fears.
What I am is just a shell, A whisper lost, a wishing well. No echoes left to answer me, Just fading breaths and memories.
They see a mask, not what I feel, This crumbling world no longer real. I've lost the strength to fight or pray, My hands are empty, I fade away.
So let me go, I beg, release, Let me find my quiet peace. A place where pain will not intrude, And silence sings of solitude.
I've no more ink, no words to weave, Nothing left but the will to leave. So let me slip where shadows stray, And take what's left of me away
2025-12-02 06:10:03