hold me

a pre-me baby needs the warmth of another to stay alive for just another moment

that’s how i feel,

on the daily

to need that oxytocin rush only able to be filled by another

and still, it’s always misinterpreted

a toddler yet to speak, cries in hopes someone will help

that’s how i feel,

on the daily

to scream and feel as though no one can hear you even wince

and still, i cry out always unheard

a child who can’t understand why they can’t have and do whatever they want

that’s how i feel,

on the daily

to crave freedom and independence but rely on pain and others

and still, i do what i want when i want

a pre-teen who’s mood is never stable and the smallest scratch will mean a meltdown

that’s how i feel,

on the daily

to want nothing more than to be happy when a foreboding future awaits

and still, the hunt for happiness kills step by step

a teenager who isolates and observes wondering why no one is there for them

that’s how i feel,

on the daily

to crave love and attention but distances the second it’s indicated

and still, i desperately hunt for love in an empty field

a young adult struggling to survive unsure of who they are and what they want

to wonder how i got here and unsure of what the future holds,

and still, i hopelessly look for love and always end up in lust