Carve it into my forearm as if my arm is a piece of clay easily molded. Brand myself with the word that holds all of my insecurities. Let my skin burn and cry as my soul has for falling shy.
Will I ever be...?
Have I ever been...?
Am I good...?
I want to be...
ENOUGH
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
Carve it into my forearm as if my arm is a piece of clay easily molded. Brand myself with the word that holds all of my insecurities. Let my skin burn and cry as my soul has for falling shy.
Will I ever be...?
Have I ever been...?
Am I good...?
I want to be...
ENOUGH
