I hear a voice screaming in my head.
It's the voice that says "you need to be loved, so love first"
But another voice overpowers the other, saying
"Don't love, I don't know if I can heal again".

I cried. I whipped. I let them fall.
Why can't I listen to the voice in my head?
I want love. I need love. But love doesn't need me.
No one does. There are better people to love.

I gasped, drowning in tears.
I want to be easy to love. Like you are.
I want to feel needed. Like you feel.
But I'm not you, you're not me.

By an unfortunate series of events,
My love for people is useless, unappreciated,
incompetent, incapable, ineffective,
powerless and inappropriate.