Where the Pieces Fall
You think it's a mistake
to be here,
but no one asks you that.
No one cares if you're ready,
if you want it—
they’ll keep pushing,
pushing you to break.
You’ll hurt, a lot,
but they don’t see it.
They’ll laugh at you,
mock your quiet,
poke at every soft spot
like they’ve found the blueprint
for your pain.
And they will—
you’ll give them that.
But they don't get it,
they won’t ever see the fire
that burns in your chest
and refuses to die.
Your dad—
he won’t be who you need.
He won't show up,
he won’t hold you when you need it most.
But he isn’t the one
who decides your worth.
he never was.
He’ll give you pieces,
But never the whole thing,
and those pieces won’t be enough.
He’ll leave you waiting,
again and again,
a broken promise every time.
And you’ll wonder what’s wrong with you,
but nothing’s wrong with you.
It’s him.
It’s always been him.
And you’ll keep giving—
giving love when it’s not returned,
giving trust when it’s shattered.
People will take,
but no one will give back.
They’ll take from you,
and leave you empty,
until you’ve got nothing left to give.
But you do.
You always will.
You’ll survive it.
That’s what you do—
you keep surviving.
Memere—
she’s the one who gets it,
who loves you without asking for anything.
She’ll hold you when no one else can,
when your world is heavy
and your heart feels lost.
She sees you,
not as a broken promise,
but as the truth.
She’ll teach you what it’s like to be truly seen,
how to love yourself when no one else does.
Trust her.
She’s the only one who will ever know you.
And there will be nights you won’t want to wake up,
nights that swallow you whole.
You’ll think—
it’s easier to just disappear.
But life—
it doesn’t let you.
It’ll pull you back,
no matter how far you fall,
because it doesn’t care about your timing.
It cares about you.
One day—
Someone will choose you.
Not out of pity,
but out of love.
Every day you'll be chosen.
And that love?
It’ll feel real.
Like nothing you’ve ever thought you deserved.
But that doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy.
It won’t be.
You’ll fight.
You’ll burn.
You’ll break.
But you’ll rise again.
Not because you're strong—
but because you're too stubborn
to stay down.
You don’t need anyone else to save you.
You’ll save yourself.
Every time.
Until you can breathe again.