Poetry

Tired of the world,
Tired of the pain.
I still feel like I'm that child behind this face.
I struggle to push myself,
Barely surviving every night,
Sleeping—feeling empty and insane.

No one is here,
No one stayed.
I was alone,
Even on the happiest days.

Can I ask?
Or should I let it be?
All the pain, all the anxiety—
It breaks my heart every day.
How much is left to be broken more?
It’s already in pieces.
Let me go.

Architect by degree, designer by profession and writer as a hobby.

I help clients with financial strategies, and I love cooking, Cooking is my art

Thank-you so much, it does make a difference. Making a connection.

I understand the heavy weight you're carrying. Sometimes, finding a small moment of comfort or connection, like sharing thoughts in a community, can offer a glimmer of light. Remember, you're not alone in this journey.