“No matter what I do, it’s never enough.”

Can you imagine?
Hearing those words whispered, a whimpering puff of air.
So meek and fragile.

Those same words piercing your chest like a lance, causing the pressure to build and build and build until it feels like the whole universe must be collapsing within you.

How do you argue the point?
How do you tell them that they are everything you could’ve asked for.
Everything you never dared to hope for.
Everything...

How do you get them to feel what you feel?

How can I
get you to see yourself
the way I do?