I hear from others I make you happy.
I hear your heartbeat as we sleep.
I hear the comfortable silence that we share.
I see in your smile you’re glad I’m here.
But I hear from myself I’m not good enough.
I hear from myself I’m smothering you.
I hear from myself the doubt in my own mind.
Just once I want to hear that I make you happy, from your lips.
Just once I don’t want to feel like a chore.
Just for a small time I wish the depression would burn the demons in my head so I can know what it’s like to be whole with you."