They asked me
are you fine.
I said yes.
They asked me
what's wrong.
I said nothing.
Then I wonder,
why do I exist.
It ain't that complicated,
I just need love.
I'm not unreasonable,
I'm just petrified.
When you held me,
when you leaned,
I felt at bliss.
But soon,
I wouldn't feel at ease.
What if,
what if.
I hope you'll understand,
even just a tiny bit.
And one day,
maybe you'll comfort me
as you hold me in your arms,
'I'm here, I'll always be.'
