My heart gets heavy
each time you speak to me
like you are the king
and I am merely a peasant
asking for a little more than you give
only to better our village
that has been falling apart
since your ruling

Hate rolls off your tongue
In the same formation
As blood drips down my wrist
My lungs are collapsing
Due to the list of disappointments
You piled on me like bricks
I am alive
But I wish I wasn't

I wish I wasn't.

no excuse in the world
will ever make up
for the way that you never
allowed me to say no
without a reason
that made sense to you

Hi, my name is NotGoodEnough
But you can call me:
BadListener
Uninterested
Indecisive
TooTired
Lazy
Boring
Uncomfortable
Insecure
Or Unfocused
                          At least, that's what he calls me

my body
is still my body
even after
you have left your fingerprints
behind