Walking Towards God

I’ve lost more than just my way—

I’ve lost myself, day after day.
Not in fire, not in fight,
But in silence... in the absence of light.

Eyes wide open, yet I see nothing.
Crowds surround me, but I feel nothing.
Laughter echoes—morning, far—
While I carry wounds they’ll never scar.

I gave love, I gave dreams,
But this world tore me at the seams.
Now I walk, not to live,
But to find the place where souls forgive.

I walk these roads now,
Not to go anywhere,
But because standing still hurts more.
Maybe God is at the end of this path.
Maybe peace. Maybe just… an end.

No more strength, no more lies,
No more “I’m fine” behind tired eyes.
I walk towards God—not with grace—
But with tears staining my hollow face.

If death is peace, then let me rest.
I’ve done my worst, I’ve tried my best.
Not seeking heaven, not fearing hell—
Just silence, where broken hearts dwell.

I’m tired.
And this is me,
Just trying to walk…
Toward something better than this.