Why won’t you accept who I need to be?

Does anyone hear me?

Everything is fucked when you’re not here
I need to know that I would be loved
even when I am my true self
That I would be good
even when I am overwhelmed
Am I loved?
I need to hear that I would be good
even if I was clingy
That I would be good
even if I lost sanity
That I would be good
whether with or without you
That was hard and I’ve often envied artists from
an era where smartphones weren’t around. There
were definitely some days where it got the better
of me. I suppose you’ve got to be selective on
where you go and I learned the hard way from a
few different people that you can’t trust. Some
people want something out of you and it took me
a second to understand, but again I think that
helps me have a thicker skin in the real world
outside of my job. There are times when I’ve gone
through difficult things in my life and I’ve thought
certain people haven’t been amazing but it’s part
of it, fuck it.
Isn’t it funny
how the people
who we’re supposed
to be the closest to
are the furthest away.
It’s like no matter how
we try to connect,
it feels like one of us
is living in time and
the other in space.
Isn’t it funny how
the people who were
supposed to be there
when happiness leaks
from your chest
are gone, and you
just always end up
having your own hand
to hold