Shelley
Bluelighter
The days are okay.
I have family,
I have people who care.
I have friends who prop me up when I need it,
Who tell me how great I look,
How I can have anybody I want,
And how I deserve someone wonderful.
Nights are not okay.
I am alone, always.
Nobody strokes my hair,
Nobody just sits by me to be with me.
Nobody holds me while soft music plays.
I have no chest to lie against,
No voice to listen to as I doze off,
Nobody to wake up to, or to watch as they sleep.
The need to fill that hole in my life is strong,
And sometimes I believe I would take anybody - anybody at all
Just to feel wanted.
That scares me.
Life feels so hollow with nobody to share it.
I have family,
I have people who care.
I have friends who prop me up when I need it,
Who tell me how great I look,
How I can have anybody I want,
And how I deserve someone wonderful.
Nights are not okay.
I am alone, always.
Nobody strokes my hair,
Nobody just sits by me to be with me.
Nobody holds me while soft music plays.
I have no chest to lie against,
No voice to listen to as I doze off,
Nobody to wake up to, or to watch as they sleep.
The need to fill that hole in my life is strong,
And sometimes I believe I would take anybody - anybody at all
Just to feel wanted.
That scares me.
Life feels so hollow with nobody to share it.