jane :
i’m always the one who stays and understands, the steady heart, the helping hands, but who will hold me when i break, when i’m the one who starts to ache? who will listen when i’m not okay, when words feel heavy, hard to say? who will stay and hear me through, when even you are tired too? who will pull me toward the light, when i am lost in endless night? who will find me in this dark, and gently piece my shattered heart? who will make the time for me, to hear the weight i cannot free? when even love feels worn and thin, and silence slowly settles in. and tell me when i’ll finally find, a kind of joy that doesn’t unwind, not something brief that fades away—but something real, enough to stay.
2026-04-20 06:16:25