Media tells me I'm not pretty enough,
Boys tell me I'm not skinny enough,
School tells me I'm not smart enough,
Friends tell me I'm not funny enough.
The world tells me I'm not good enough.
My family told me to die.
But that's it;
I quit.
When is enough enough?
I give up,
Clearly, I wasn't strong enough.
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Spilled Ink
PoetryA collection of poetry written by myself over the years. Although no particular theme is intended, a lot of them seem to be depression based.
