And to whom will I turn
when everything becomes too heavy?
When the world feels too loud,
and my thoughts won’t stay still?
When I can no longer pretend I’m okay,
and even breathing feels like effort?
I don’t want answers.
I don’t need saving.
I just want someone
to hold my tired heart
without asking me to explain it.
Someone who stays,
not because they have to,
but because they can’t imagine leaving.