Tell me that I matter. Tell me that I mean something to you. Tell me that I never meant anything to you but at least tell me.

Tell me that you care about my well-being. Tell me that you want me to be happy and that you want to contribute. Tell me that you think I'm the worst person alive but at least tell me.

Tell me that you miss me when I'm gone. Tell me that you think of me when I'm not around. Tell me that I'm just another leave blowing aimlessly along but at least tell me.

Tell me that you listen to what I'm saying. Tell me that you notice my actions and feel all my pain. Tell me that you know that I'm trying even when I fail. Tell me if there's nothing I can do for you but at least tell me.

It's the not knowing and uncertainty that kills me. It's the craving for more that I desire. It must be a thrill this game you're playing when all I really want is for your honest truth about me. I just want you to tell me. Am I ever going to be enough? Or should I just move on?

Published by Brian Argetsinger