The Last Rescue

Sometimes I sit alone at night and wonder if anyone really notices the quiet struggles we go through.
I often feel like just another face in the crowd, waiting for a sign or a moment of kindness that never seems to come.
Today was no different—another long day of hiding my exhaustion behind forced smiles, dreaming about something as simple as being saved from this endless cycle.
Even in my dreams, I crave that rare feeling of relief, like someone shining a light just when everything feels darkest.