I feel like I’m in a boat, adrift,
Sailing away, my heart to lift—
From an island I built with my own hands,
Stone by stone, like shifting sands.

I spent long days, months, and years,
Building it up, through hope and tears.
But now, I see it fade from view,
As my boat drifts farther, out of blue.

The wind is cold, the sea is wide,
And in the waves, I want to hide.
I can’t breathe, I can’t find my way,
As I slip farther from the shore, each day.

I’m lost and torn, adrift in fear,
The island’s warmth no longer near.
I try to paddle, but the oars break,
And every stroke feels like a mistake.

The worst of all, the aching truth—
Nobody notices, nobody moves.
I shout from a distance, words of care,
But no one hears me, no one’s there.

I keep on smiling, keep on speaking,
Pretending I’m fine, though I’m sinking.
I shout from the edges, from the deep,
While in silence, I silently weep.

I built this world, I made it mine,
But now I watch it slip, decline.
No one knows, no one can see,
How I’m drifting far from where I used to be.

I wish they'd notice, just one glance,
To reach for me, to take a chance.
But here I am, in a boat alone,
Sailing away from the world I’ve known.