I am in bed
With tears all around
I am in a river of sadness I tell myself
Why does my head tell me that I'm not enough
Am I enough?
Do I have to be?
Now I'm just all spread out
I can feel my organs float around me trying to escape this achy feeling
Maybe it's the terror of realizing I may never change.
But do I have to
That's the hardest question of them all.
