what is this desire to be needed
it sucks me dry
consumes all my energy
to be there, all the time,
to be better than anyone else
at being there
because in my head its the only thing i'm good at
your trust is the one thing
i will treasure above all else
love takes a while to
sink in
but trust, now that's a gift
but when i fail you
as i often do
and a piece of that trust falls away
i fall away
guilt implodes inside and i am thrown
into nothingness
my purpose has gone
i'm not worth the air i inhale anymore
a mental illness, i sometimes think
this cloying paranoia
constantly needing
to be needed
to be that one person
you can rely on, always
but i just need it to stop for a moment
it hurts too much
its killing me
and its no-one's fault but mine
it doesn't make any sense
i know i'll never be first
and that's okay
but just give me a minute
i'm going round in circles
that pain is gaining round again
pushing through the queue
before all the people
that need me
someone stop it, please
these thoughts are trapped
i can't breathe
that air i don't deserve has truly disappeared
and so have my loved ones
and my purpose along with it
this desire to be needed
a disease, that paralyses
i'm a puppet on a string
that's all i am.
it sucks me dry
consumes all my energy
to be there, all the time,
to be better than anyone else
at being there
because in my head its the only thing i'm good at
your trust is the one thing
i will treasure above all else
love takes a while to
sink in
but trust, now that's a gift
but when i fail you
as i often do
and a piece of that trust falls away
i fall away
guilt implodes inside and i am thrown
into nothingness
my purpose has gone
i'm not worth the air i inhale anymore
a mental illness, i sometimes think
this cloying paranoia
constantly needing
to be needed
to be that one person
you can rely on, always
but i just need it to stop for a moment
it hurts too much
its killing me
and its no-one's fault but mine
it doesn't make any sense
i know i'll never be first
and that's okay
but just give me a minute
i'm going round in circles
that pain is gaining round again
pushing through the queue
before all the people
that need me
someone stop it, please
these thoughts are trapped
i can't breathe
that air i don't deserve has truly disappeared
and so have my loved ones
and my purpose along with it
this desire to be needed
a disease, that paralyses
i'm a puppet on a string
that's all i am.
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