The person who stands in every storm,
who supports every soul in every situation—
yet for me, there is no one.Their words cut open the quiet,
breaking my heart,
leaving my trust bleeding on the floor.Every time I try to grow,
to lift my plans a little higher,
suddenly I feel like nothing to them,
like my presence is air.They speak to everyone
of all that I give,
but I do not feel their care.So I whisper to myself:
I need to be independent.
I will not build my life
on someone else’s changing mood.I do not want to stay.
I want to walk away.
There is a path I see ahead—
where I choose calm over chaos,
where I choose quiet joy over noise.I choose a life of gentle happiness,
and a peaceful heart.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 9:56 AM UTC
The person who stands in every storm,
who supports every soul in every situation—
yet for me, there is no one.Their words cut open the quiet,
breaking my heart,
leaving my trust bleeding on the floor.Every time I try to grow,
to lift my plans a little higher,
suddenly I feel like nothing to them,
like my presence is air.They speak to everyone
of all that I give,
but I do not feel their care.So I whisper to myself:
I need to be independent.
I will not build my life
on someone else’s changing mood.I do not want to stay.
I want to walk away.
There is a path I see ahead—
where I choose calm over chaos,
where I choose quiet joy over noise.I choose a life of gentle happiness,
and a peaceful heart.