I feel small
Like I need to be carried to bad and tucked in.
Like I need reminders to eat and drink and piss, cause I just forget that I have basic bodily functions.
I also need to be alone, take care of myself, be satisfied with the millions of reminds that I am loved even if it's from a far.
I'm so greedy, can never have enough. Always more and more no matter how broken I am.
It's just not enough. Nothing is enough to be worth all of it.
The substances make it good for a while, but I can't always rely on them, that's a dangerous path.
One that I want to take, but they won't let me, they love me too much. They care about me too much. The fucking bustards.
I wish I wouldn't hurt you so much, I really do, but I don’t seem to be able to change who I am. I'm sorry.