good enough
I'm wasting away my breath,
on singing songs that I might regret,
on loving the people for whom I've confessed,
for spending so much time in my bed,
for fighting the demons inside my head.
I'm wasting away the time that I have left.
I'm choking on my staggered breaths.
My organs don't work like they used to.
I don't work like I used to.
But all I can do is keep up my happy go lucky attitude.
Because I can't let anyone know that I am about to break soon.
I would just depress and darken the mood.
Besides– what help can they do?
My mind is a dark place,
And sometimes I think of myself as a waste,
Of time, effort and everything in between.
My thoughts are clouded by false deception and negativity.
That I cannot fathom that maybe, just maybe...
I am good enough.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
