I just hope time doesn't hate me too

I just hope time doesn't hate me too, I never meant to waste it, I swear I didn't, I was just tired, tired of carrying silence like a curse, Of pretending that solitude is a form of hidden strength. I was tired in a way that sleep couldn't fix, Tired of waking up to the same empty silence, Tired of fighting the demons in my mind, Tired of hearing that I'm nothing until I started to believe it myself. Some days I didn't even feel real, Just a name, a body, a shadow moving through minutes I didn't ask for, And even then, I tried, I tried to smile, to stay, to convince myself that I'm not a waste of space. So if time is counting its moments, if it's keeping score, Tell it that I was human, that I bled quietly, That I didn't mean to fall behind, I was just... exhausted from surviving. And in the depth of each day, like a lost note in the symphony of life, I searched for a ray of light in the darkness that seemed endless, But the fatigue was like a heavy canvas enveloping me, Preventing me from seeing clearly, from feeling the warmth of the sun. Tell time that I tried to be more than an echo, That I fought to find my voice in a world that seemed deaf to my calls, And maybe one day, when the silence shatters like an old mirror, I will find the strength to pick up each shard and turn it into stars. Because, deep down in my soul, I know that time is not the enemy, It is just a river flowing, carrying me to an unknown horizon, Where the journey is no longer a burden, but a rebirth, And then, perhaps, I will understand that the fatigue was just a step on the path to light.