Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2020
my daddy told me i'd never be enough.
my chest opened up.
to know it is one thing, to hear it -

i am careless,
and i do what i can to hear it.
to let it trap me in the wallpaper
and the floorboards.

i will never move.

dear lord,
everything is too much,
not enough.

how can one be so full of desire.
how can one be so devoid of want.

my chest opened up -
that hole grows.
it never heals. scar tissue on
words but all it is
is emptiness.
this is all i am / i am comfortable here / i hate it here / this is all i know
Yv S
Written by
Yv S  Agender/UK
Please log in to view and add comments on poems