Am I pretty yet?
Does my skin feel beautiful
Against those fingertips
That have left anything but pureness
In their remains?
Do the walls that hardly keep
My body standing drape over
Your frame easier?
Do you want me yet?
Am I doing enough?
Am I enough?
Is this shirt just big enough
To sway around all the gaps
You left me with?
Are they showing?
Am I beautiful yet?
Does it even matter?
Or did you forget to
Call back again?
I thought I was finally what you wanted
Why are you leaving
This so soon?
I created this for you
And I really forgot to love myself
But sometimes I get confused
If I was ever asking you
Was I asking the same bones
That lay with my scarred skin?
Am I ever going to be enough
For the same hands that put
More wounds on me than
You could ever imagine?
Was I ever enough?
I'll always be unsatisfied I think
But I'm just scared I'll never be pretty
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
