See I had you once; I took you for granted because I didn't know what you meant to everyone else.
My desire to have you has become this mind consuming need that's out of my control.
I've been taught to want you
That I'm not enough without you.
That if I don't have you, I have to offer so much more than just me.
I'm pitied without you
Judged without you
Laughed at without you
Held at a different standard without you
I don’t feel worthy without you
Do I want you because you'll make me happy or because I'm told you're what I need?
Am I delusional for thinking I’m remotely desirable without you?
But wanting you causes me so much pain, are you worth losing my self-worth?
Will I appreciate you more now because I've lived without you?
I always wonder what having you would feel like.
Does your presence bring more joy than the sadness brought by your absence.
Does it bring self-acceptance, or the pedestaled global acceptance?
Will the pity end? 
Will all my pain disappear?
Will I finally be enough?
So, skinny, tell me, are you worth it?