I am never good enough
I never will be good enough
That has already been made
Abundantly clear
You constantly remind me of this
Twisting the knife deeper and deeper
Reopening the same wounds
Before they even get the chance to start healing
I would have thought there wasn't anyway
For you to keep hurting me
But you keep finding new ways
To make the same old cuts bleed worse
This place
Is my own person Hell
You torture me relentlessly
I just want it all to end
YOU ARE READING
Nyctophilia
ŞiirThis is a book that's only going to have sad poems in it. This includes the sad ones that are already in my other poetry book "All My Random Poems." If you don't like sad and possibly depressing things, then don't read this book.
