Safely

I’ve realized that there is no such thing as a safe place . I will never find another heart that will simply be safe . I’ve never been someone’s home . And maybe I just need to be okay with that . I’m trying to be okay with that. Day by day I try to turn on the wanting and needing to be seen and loved because I know he never will . But at one point does it start to tear at pieces of your soul. How long can someone carry everything before they start to break .
Maybe I just need to find a way to be okay with being broken . Because no one cares no one’s looking and I’ll never feel like I can speak safely about myself again .