"i'm not enough. i'm not enough. i'm not enough..." i whisper, letting the words fill my lungs and sink into the wounds in my skin.
the words don't cut deep anymore, they just fill me up until i can't breathe, and when i exhale it's like the thought has been there all along.
i have never been good enough. this thought used to feel as if someone had stabbed me in the heart, but now it's like a dull ache- the scar tissue only hurting if i turn the wrong way in my sleep. i have known this for ages; i can never fill someone up the way i always seem to do to myself for other people. that is simply who i am.
my only seeming trait is that i am someone who has never been and will never be enough.
and that's something i've learned to live with.
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a depressed girl's guide to shitty poetry
Poetry- poems written by a hopeless romantic (all poems are by me, so please give credit if you use them <3)
