I just hope time doesn’t hate me too, doesn’t judge me for the moments wasted

I just hope time doesn’t hate me too, doesn’t judge me for the moments wasted, I never meant to waste the seconds, to let them slip through my fingers, I swear, I didn’t want to, but I was tired, tired of the burden of silence pressing on me like a curse, Of the pretense that solitude is a form of strength, an invisible but cold shield. I was tired in a way that sleep couldn’t fix, Tired of waking up to the same empty silence, without echo or response, Tired of fighting the demons hidden in the dark corners of my troubled mind, Tired of hearing that I am nothing, until I began to believe the same lie myself. Some days I didn’t even feel real, just a name, a body, A shadow moving through minutes I didn’t ask for but received, And even then, in the depths of my exhaustion, I tried to smile, to endure, To convince myself that I am not a waste of space, that I exist beyond form and name. So if time is counting, if it keeps track of every moment, Tell it I was human, that I bled in silence, that I fell without intention, Tell it I didn’t want to fall behind, I was just exhausted from merely surviving, That I was a soul seeking light in the darkness that embraced me without mercy. In my heart, I always sought that fragment of hope to light my way, And even if I was just a shadow in the flow of time, I tried to be more, To leave a trace, a whisper that I too existed, that I too felt and lived, And maybe, one day, time will remember me not as a mistake, but as a dreamer.