I don't know my worth and value,
And so,
I crave the bare minimum,
Because I believe that's all I deserve.
Someone like me could never deserve,
Real love,
A real bond.
A real friendship.
Someone who actually needs me,
And not want.
I don't ask for much.
Nothing with real value.
Just a hand to hold.
An ear to listen,
A voice to reassure.
Some support when I'm low.
I award those,
Who are willing to give me the bare minimum.
In exchange I give them all of me.
I put all my cards into them,
And hope they don't fold.
Every inch of me,
Mentally,
Physically,
Spiritually,
Financially.
I hold onto them and I never let go.
I give them all my loyalty.
I remain faithful.
Until I'm disposable and no longer benefit.
Knowing I don't ask for much,
A little more is more than I've ever had.
I've realized I lost my worth.
I've realized I lost my value.
Being okay with getting by,
When I know surviving isn't enough,
When I know the luxury of being known,
Is something that is reachable.
Except I've convinced myself,
The bare minimum is enough.
That luxury isn't for the broken like me.
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PoetryTired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life? A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic. W...
