today,
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.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 9:46 PM UTC
today,
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
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