Am I? Am I
good enough? Looking at my reflection through this broken mirror. Maybe it's just showing me what I really am on the inside.
I don't know... I never did. Slowly sliding down this brick wall, the coldness cooling down my heated flesh, Curling up into a ball wrapping my arms around me like its a life line.
I mumble to myself "am I? Am I good enough?" for you to hurt and betray me then I must not be.
But that's ok, I can never say no to you no matter how hard I try. Your touch, your breath, your words... are like poison that runs through my veins.
But its alright because for a moment I felt alive, not anymore, no those days are over. I'm dead inside. It's just an endless void of darkness swirling all around me that I can't seem to get out of.
It's all right, I take last glance at my bleeding wrist and say to myself "I was never good enough anyways" slowly my vision fades I'm starting to feel free, then...it goes black.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
Am I? Am I
good enough? Looking at my reflection through this broken mirror. Maybe it's just showing me what I really am on the inside.
I don't know... I never did. Slowly sliding down this brick wall, the coldness cooling down my heated flesh, Curling up into a ball wrapping my arms around me like its a life line.
I mumble to myself "am I? Am I good enough?" for you to hurt and betray me then I must not be.
But that's ok, I can never say no to you no matter how hard I try. Your touch, your breath, your words... are like poison that runs through my veins.
But its alright because for a moment I felt alive, not anymore, no those days are over. I'm dead inside. It's just an endless void of darkness swirling all around me that I can't seem to get out of.
It's all right, I take last glance at my bleeding wrist and say to myself "I was never good enough anyways" slowly my vision fades I'm starting to feel free, then...it goes black.
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