All I’ve ever wanted

Was to be important enough

To someone

That they would think about me

Want to understand

Try to understand

Understand they don’t understand

And cause of that understand

I know I’m good

I know I’m special

I know I’m worth it

Even if other people don’t

But my one wish

Is to have someone

On my side

Who loves me enough

To understand how much that effort and time and desire and love

Means the world to me

without that

I cease to grow

I’m a broken

Little girl

Inside my almost too old for anything good self

I know what I have inside me

I know the great things I am

But I also know

I give a lot to people who don’t want to give back

Plus I know that I dint know how to change that

and I also know that I’m to lonely and sad to keep trying

You will think I’m just being drama

But I’m not being dramatic

I’m losing hope

In people and in relationships

And in love

And that’s something I can’t exist without

I dint want to exist without

Caring is so much more than just 2 days of giving me what I want to say the words or make me believe you care

When the rest of the time

You’re not there

Makes it feel cheap

Like I feel cheap right now

I’m at the edge

Closer to the side

Of giving up

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

2 thoughts on “All I’ve ever wanted”

  1. it helps to be reminded that i’m not the only one who feels this way. rejection can make a person feel completely alone and isolated. thank you for reading and commenting


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