I wish I could drift to a gentler space,  
Far from the noise, from the human race.  
A place where silence holds my hand,  
Where no one judges, no one demands.

I longed for love, a steady flame,  
Not grand, just someone who knew my name.
I longed for kindness, a little grace,  
Not always having to hide my face.

It’s not the world I dreamed it’d be—  
Too many wounds no one can see.  
Still, I tried, I gave my all,  
Even when I was bound to fall.

They say be strong, they say be brave,  
But even the strongest sometimes cave.  
I’m just tired of wearing this mask,  
Of smiling through each bitter task.

But maybe there’s a softer road,  
Where hearts aren’t made to bear this load.  
A place with quiet, trees, and sky,  
Where no one asks the reasons why.

Not a goodbye, not the end,  
But a wish for somewhere hearts can mend.  
Where I can breathe, just simply be—  
A little more whole, a little more free.