I want...
I want...to be accepted.
I want all that I can't have
I want what I say I don't because I know I could never handle it. But I would at least like to try.
I want to be beautiful...where people are awestruck and have to voice their opinions, have the desperate urge to say something
I want a voice...to try, to do, to be. But I'm pushed to the side, ignored, not understood. I don't want to try anymore because it would just be a waste of breathe.
I want feelings...because it let's me know I AM real. That I can love, and I can be and cry and it's all normal. But my feelings are denied by others...so I ignore them as well. I keep them inside and I become numb. The numbness grows and grows til I feel nothing at all. I don't know when someone is trying to love me, I don't care when I'm caused pain. To me, my feelings don't exist or at least that's what I want to believe.
I want to be okay...I want to know that I'm not alone. I want to feel needed, and for someone to know I need them. That someone would be worried for me, be concerned, if I were to leave...disappear.
I want to be heard...to know my opinion matters. That someone will actually listen, and remember. I don't want to be easily forgotten...I want to be remembered, cherished.
I want love and to be loved...to know that there is actually someone who will look through all the flaws, all the past hurt and take me as I am. Whether, broken or whole, scorched or scarrless.
I want to be seen...through the mess that I am and the messes I create. Be the only person in a crowd that someone focuses on. That my faults are looked past and I'm seen for the greatness I posses.
I want to, want...to know that I can be human and WISH rather than having to put myself last. To know that wanting and wishing are something everyone can do, that I can do. So that I let myself know that I matter
