Do I still remember
Who the real me is?
Has there ever been a time
When I didn’t feel like
There’s something missing?
Body, mind, soul, and heart all connected
By a broken thread
All I know is that I don’t know
I either feel too much or nothing at all
And suddenly, I can’t breathe
Cold coffee from being left out and forgotten about
Leftover tear stains on the pillowcase
Visits to every type of doctor’s office more nerve wracking than before
I just want to be okay
Is that too much to ask?
Unable to admit when I need someone
Until I’m alone
I want to know what love is
So I can show myself that it exists