I'm so happy,
to not beg
anymore.
Begging for scraps
of geniality,
consideration,
or love.
What used to keep me up
at night worrying
and my chest hurting,
is but mere
fading words
that had I not recorded,
would be forgotten.
I'm not begging to be
treated right,
even silently.
Nor for friendship.
Silence and indifference
don't cut it anymore.
I am not half a person,
but truly whole
100% of the time.
So love me whole or leave me.
What can I do with half-souls.
I see you my friend,
wanting to break out
of your shell.
Be vulnerable, and
live this life.
Let the love seep out.
With your eyes,
see the beauty.
With your ears,
hear the music
other souls emit.
With your hands,
tear yourself out of the ground.
With your heart,
feel mine beating along with
a million others.
But I will not beg.
Not anymore.
