Not good enough for him

I've never had to beg
For the warmth of a man
It just hasn't been an issue before
So maybe that is why I don't understand

Am I doing something wrong?
Is it him, or is it me?
Making me doubt myself,
Cutting slow but deeply

It eats at me inside
Why does it hurt so much?
Why should I cry to myself
Just because I crave his touch?

Why should I feel like its wrong
If I want to share his bed?
Wanting something
And getting absolutely nothing instead.

Then when another man gives the attention
The loving that he lacks
They call you weak, look down on you,
And are quick to attack

When and if it was taken care of
Women would not wonder about
Looking for what should be there
Trying to figure this all out

I am not saying I will stray
But I see how that could be
Why pretend its all OK
When you are really unhappy

And if its not one thing is another
There is always something to excuse
Makes me feel like I am not enough
Or more simply, of no use

Words written on paper
For spoken, they mean nothing
Like talking to a brick wall
Begging for scraps of anything

Cold and lonely in my bed
Yet plenty covers and not alone
So unconcerned of what I may feel
Like laying next to a stone

Never thought I would be writing
About my man not wanting me
So embarrassing to think
I'm just not good enough for him