of being told that I was loved
is that a statement that isn't true or never will be?
of being told I was trouble
how am I supposed to believe I'm not?
I am a trash barrel being thrown into the container by the curb on the street.
I'm really hoping that no one gives me that "you are worthwhile" crap.
We all know deep inside that it isn't true.
I wish for the sensation of true love flowing through my body. Yet, it's a torn up piece of garbage.
Remember the story of Courdoroy, the bear with a button missing on his overalls?
Someday I would like to be the one whose button gets sown back on.
I don't need or want the bad ones to sew it back on. I'm wishing for a miracle.
My gut hurts way inside where no one can see it or fix it.