A Little Space

I’m a broken soul trying to stitch myself together,

Hands shaking from the cold of holding everything forever.

Life used to sit lighter on my shoulders, now it presses down,

Every step feels like I’m dragging pieces of myself around.

I keep moving, but the road feels longer than it used to be,

Exhaustion in my bones, sadness hanging heavy over me.

I’m not asking for a savior, just a hand that understands —

Someone who sees the cracks and doesn’t pull away from where I stand.

I can’t shoulder life the way I used to,

This weight of sadness keeps pulling me through.

I’m hoping there’s a heart out there that won’t refuse to

Hold a little space for me until I find my truth.

Maybe love’s the only thing that could help me heal,

Someone steady enough to show me what’s real.

I’ve been lugging all this hurt like it’s tied around my chest,

Trying to breathe through the ache, trying to give myself some rest.

But some nights I wish someone could see the things I never say,

Someone strong enough to stay when all my colors fade to gray.

I’m not looking for perfection, just a soul that won’t let go,

Someone patient with the pieces, someone gentle with the slow.

Maybe healing isn’t something I can do alone this time —

Maybe love could be the bridge between the silence and the climb.

I can’t shoulder life the way I used to,

This weight of sadness keeps pulling me through.

I’m hoping there’s a heart out there that won’t refuse to

Hold a little space for me until I find my truth.

Maybe love’s the only thing that could help me heal,

Someone steady enough to show me what’s real.

If there’s someone out there who can handle this,

I’m not asking for a cure, just a moment of bliss.

A place to rest the weight I’ve carried for so long —

A quiet reminder that even broken souls belong.