I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm such a mess, and I'm sorry I'm not enough for anything or anyone.
I'm not even enough for myself.
So I'm sorry if I mess up and automatically put myself down for every little thing I do.
I've just learned that time after time I'll just ruin everything and I'll never do anything right, so I'm sorry if I can't accept compliments, because I just don't believe them anymore.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm not enough.
I'm just so sick and tired of not doing enough, not being enough.
It's exhausting trying to be who I know I should be when I know I'll never even be close.
I'm tired of trying to be good enough,
pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough, and strong enough.
I'm tired of trying to be who I'm not.
I'm tired of trying so hard to give myself motivation, and I'm tired of trying to do anything at all.
I'm tired of everything.
I'm just so exhausted, and it's killing me.
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The Light in the Dark (Completed)
PoetryCover made by the amazing @mikeyspizzadope (go check them out they're cool) It's 3 A.M., and you can't sleep. Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. Your ears are ringing, echoing in your brain, and everything hurts so badly. Your...
