just for me

the question you ask me is "What is all I need?" and the quesion i respond back

with is "What is, all I need?"

no it isn't money honestly.

I don't need anything to 

feed my eternal greed. That is not for me. That is not me.

It isn't fame. I'm not the type.

no i am not the type to sit in a interview with a fake plastic smile on my molten

flesh covered face and laugh at all the bad jokes of a host from some late night

talk show.

You see because the plastic will melt just like the core of me when i 

break down from sensory overload. Just like any anxiey stricken person would

I am too anxious

Too cautious

Too aware

too nauseous 

too afraid

for that to be me so that means that that. that is not what i need. 

I'm sure what i need is for someone to love me

not who i pretend to be

but the person who is actually flying around free

inside of me of course tied up would a leash

or maybe a noose. 

who knows. 

but i want someone to see me 

too see broken little me

and say i can deal with this

and love me

that is all i need

and its disgusting that i feel the need 

to plead and plead on my knees until they bleed

because blood shed is nothing to me

of course someone to love me

is all i need.