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Dec 2014 · 1.8k
Good Enough
I can feel it coming on again.
That feeling of hopelessness
It's in the back of my throat
My heart is aching
And the pain is starting to tell me
That I'm not good enough
Again.
That the reason he's not answering
Is because
He doesn't want me
How could he?
I'm not good enough.
That the reason my mom stopped talking to me is because she found someone better
And my dad stopped talking to me because I'm unimportant
He's got better things to worry about
The pain tells me that my parents neglect to invite me to family events because I'm no longer
a part of the family
I am not good enough.
I used to think I wasn't pretty
Enough for any guy
To ever love me
Now that's all they like me for
And I'm still not good enough.
So many things can trigger this pain and I'm sick of it
I'm sick of feeling like I'm not
Good enough because it isn't true
I am perfect just as you are.
Everyone is perfect because
There is no such thing.

I'm good enough for the boy
That won't reply to my texts
The one person that makes me
So happy
The one person I'm too weak
To stop caring for
I'm good enough for him.

I'm good enough for my mom
Who can't seem to find the time
To make a simple phone call
Or show me that's she still cares
I'm good enough for her.

I'm good enough for my dad
Who won't talk to me
Because he doesn't trust me
Even though I've given him
Absolutely no reason not to
I'm good enough for him.


I have to tell myself that it doesn't matter, but I do. I matter. My feelings matter and every tear I cry for these people isn't because of nothing.

I'm ******* good enough.
Dec 2014 · 543
My puzzle piece
I'm going crazy
Because the thought
of never touching you again
Is killing me

The thought
Of never feeling your warmth
Against me
Is causing me so much pain

I just want to curl up in a ball
And hold myself
Because I'm afraid if I don't
I'll fall apart
Into a million pieces
That no one could ever repair

I find myself with my legs
Pulled against my chest
Because I want to be
The way I feel
Small
And insignificant

I want to tell you
How much it's hurting me
To see you with someone else
But I have a feeling
It won't make a difference

I was broken before
And you're just another crack
Maybe someday I'll find some glue

We fit together like puzzle pieces
You said it yourself
But I guess this puzzle
Will never be complete

— The End —