It started when I was born
Or maybe when I grew old
That’s when I knew
the me I used to be
had no clue
I hated my age
I hated what I could become
Then, strangely, I found peace
at the bottom of the lake
I thought that’s where I belonged
No noise
Nothing I could see
Like before I was born
unable to breathe
Maybe it was my age
Maybe it was my eyes
But my soul was taken
and in that silence
I couldn’t feel
happier enough
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC
It started when I was born
Or maybe when I grew old
That’s when I knew
the me I used to be
had no clue
I hated my age
I hated what I could become
Then, strangely, I found peace
at the bottom of the lake
I thought that’s where I belonged
No noise
Nothing I could see
Like before I was born
unable to breathe
Maybe it was my age
Maybe it was my eyes
But my soul was taken
and in that silence
I couldn’t feel
happier enough
