Needs

I have needs. much like any other living thing on this earth, I have needs. Is it possible, though, that my needs are not as important? seeing as they have never been met? As I sit here typing this, my chest is heavy and full. Full of emotions that are building like water behind the floodgates getting ready to be let out. Yet, despite the impending emergency, I'm likely, like most other times, going to have to deal with it on my own. because my needs aren't important. I want to be held, cared for, loved fully, dangerously, and unconditionally, but apparently, such things are a luxury life cannot afford me, although, it can be afforded to others. how ironic. My lack of delivery upon my needs tells me, that I'm not important, I'm not relevant, I don't matter, I'm not worth it, I'm not what people would want or need and it crushes me it crushes me and sends me back to the dark place I fought so hard to come out of. Right when I thought I was on the cusp of a breakthrough in life, it seems to be just another breakdown.