When you say that you need me

It echoes all of those in the past.

The greedy fingers

the black hole eyes

Sinking into my flesh

Eating me alive.

The pushing and the shoving

And the murdering of boundaries

Just so that they can have me

Because they claimed they needed me.

The betrayal

The disregard

of them whom I once trusted

And the slow death

Slow, painful, numbing death

Of belief

In myself.

I used to want to feel needed

Now I get scared.

So tell me

Not that you need me

But that you want me

That you are good on your own

But with me you are better

Like primary colors

You can be yellow

I’ll be red

On our own, we are essential

Original

But together we can create all the colors of a sunset