Part of me desires
to be known,
understood,
loved.
Part of me wants
to have someone,
someone to come home to,
someone I can tell all my woes.
Part of me knows
I deserve love,
knows I am a good person
knows that there is someone
somewhere who could love me.

and yet, when I am alone,
Part of me hates myself,
thinks I am never good enough.
Part of me doesnt even
want to try anymore at finding
my whoever.
Part of me has given up,
wont let me pick myself up
to carry on.
Part of me cries myself to sleep,
feels empty inside,
and has no will
to accomplish anything.