Give me something,
I just need anything I can get,
To try to heal it.
I'm trying my best,
Not to forget how to be without it.
I am searching the lines,
Creating new stanzas,
In a hopeless attempt
To get it all together again.
Lately I'm starting to see
Myself seeking attention,
Even if ever so slightly.
I realise I've clung onto things tight,
That make me feel needed,
Those who paid me attention,
And then those same people who then did the opposite:
Because everyone gets bored eventually.
Now I feel like I'm just waiting,
For someone else to forget me,
Another person saying fuck it they don't need me.
In addition for a while now,
I've felt my siblings slowly slipping away and away further
But that's not what this is about,
This is about how self centred I am,
Once again, I guess it will always come back then.
The past years seem to be a sequence of:
Thinking I'm better,
When really I'm just changing the order of the pattern,
I'm just expressing it in different ways.
But I don't know how many more strategies I have left.