I miss you.
Someone cares.
You’re wanted.
I need you.
You’re valued.
The broken pieces mend together,

Does needing to hear those words make you weak-minded?
It may be there, but why must you hear it?
Doubt
Fear
Insecurity
It can all be washed away with those few words.
Only momentarily.
For those brief few minutes it is all taken away,
All the bad thoughts, all the darkness swallowed by the shine of those words

Until it returns.

Darkness always falls.
The sun always comes up.
The thoughts are always there.
But so is the knowledge that you are wrong.

Take away my self-awareness, take away my ability to feel.
Jealousy
Anger
Weakness
Take it all away.
Even if I’m taken away with it.