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.