Nobody is coming my friend.
Nobody is coming to save you. That is the first truth, hard and bitter as the dawn that will not warm you.
They will come with pretty mouths, offering words like shelter. "You will be safe with me . We can run far away from here." But they mean escape for themselves. Better their own life. You are just the anchor that they cut loose. The final step in them becoming free.
You will watch them vanish into their own promises, promises meant for you. Their backs shining in a light that NEVER touches you. It was never meant for you. You will try scrape yourself together, fingers bloody and broken with the efforts of becoming whole again.
Do not wait for the miracle. Do not build your house on someone else's voice because they will crack. Nobody is coming. They only love you when you are broken. When your need makes them feel holy and important.
You will learn the hard gospel of solitude. How to carry your own dying heart, and how to warm it when it becomes numb. how to be in silence in an empty room and survive it.
You came here alone. You will leave the same. Cold but unclaimed, and you will be no ones savior but your own.