For some reason they think I'm okay.
Okay as in fed
Dressed up
And "loved".
Not okay as in hugged
Or kissed
Or said I was enough.
Because I'm not.
I'm not okay.
I'm not fine, or happy.
I'm juts sad.
All the days.
I'm just sad I'm alive
And never enough.
There is no more excitement about my good grades,
No more asking how my day was.
I try to be perfect 24/7,
And they've got used.
When you live like that, all the little, silly mistakes are taken as crime.
I only left a cup,
I didn't get drunk or high on the road.
But honestly saying, I wish I would have.
I only forgot to walk the dog,
I didn't sneak to a party or drive alone.
I got a 90 on that stupid test,
You got upset it wasn't a 100.
Her parents were so happy she passed, they spent all day out.
His mom was impressed he was home before midnight, she baked a cake.
And I'm grounded for being 3 minutes late?
Why am I never enough?
Why do you push so hard?
Why don't you listen?
You say my pain is just a cry for attention,
I say it's a cry for help.
You say my tears are fake,
I say my smile is.
Will I ever live to be something,
And not just enough for you?
YOU ARE READING
Aren't you tired of being a human?
PoesiaYes, tragedy isn't a lantern But how many stars have you seen in the light? Poems to tear out your heart and sew it again Original poems by me. About depression, suicide, heartbreak and more sad stuff.
