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#neverenough
I want to be a good person, to be the reason someone smiles, to feel like sunlight in a crowded room, to make things better, even just a little. My heart aches to be enough, to not mess up or let anyone down. Some days I stumble, say the wrong thing, hide behind my hair, wish I could disappear even when I try, even when I care, There’s a quiet ache inside like no matter what I do, It might never be enough.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
All I ever wanted
I feel my heart slowly closing again. My hopes and dreams shrinking once more. After I let you in. Taken for granted, my always open door. I forgave so much even when you went too far. It's raw, re-opened, this broken heart's scar. You can't feel me. You don't hear me. This thumping in my chest, silent screaming. Still you don't see. Yet I am always dreaming. That you can be the one, my one and only. But every night I cry, you only leave me lonely. I spent so many years on people who never truly wanted me. They only wanted what they perceived or shaped me to be. I want to smother all my feelings and pretend it's all okay. Lean into your hugs and kisses and by that my own heart betray. Can't stop thinking of the plastic women lingering in your eyes. Find myself re-capping all your prior lies. My body fills with doubt and relentless anxiety. I find it hard to believe I am a top priority. You present a bandaid and expect me to forgive- Let it all blowover; but you can't seem to understand this is no way for my trust, my love, to live. I feel it gasping for breath - for crumbs to feed. You place them on a pedestal with words like "they're out of my league." Where does that put me? In your heart? Your mind? The faith I once held in your words feels so very hard to find. Always second best... or 'good enough' for you. I feel myself falling apart and I don't know what to do. Wallowing in my sorrow every couple days, hoping you actually see me and someone's love for me finally stays. Like wind through an old window I feel thoughts creep in. Chilling me with images of a secret sin. I wish I didn't have to beg for your eyes. Your heart, your hands. To want only me. I wish I didn't have to wonder if you thought of someone else you wish I would be. As we lay together. Side by side. I hate feeling like there's always something you hide. Maybe I'm not the one for you, maybe this isn't something true. I hate to think this way but I'm living in this distorted view. Traumatized heart and watery eyes. After I lived a life with half felt ties. From lovers and partners who tried to mold me to their design. While they yearned for other women or led me along. I was always theirs but they were never mine. Tired of living a life in doubt and repeating the same old song. Maybe I am too broken and I'm no longer beautiful to you. I wonder on nights like these if we will never make it through. It doesn't matter what I do - what I wear. I can't seem to get your words, your stare. Everyone always just wants to dip their toes on the shore. When it gets too deep, they don't want to know me more. After every break in my chest - I try not to let the cage of my heart calcify. Give myself all the love I can, time to rest. I always find myself believing the next guy. I want you to be the last chance, The last time I have to open it up. I want to believe you will return all the love I give to my cup. I want this to be my last dance. But when your gaze lingered on my flaws - I heard the words before they left your lips. The same judgments my own mind whispered in my ears. The moment that lived in my fears. Everything that confirmed, "You're never good enough to be loved with a full heart." Always on repeat... that part. Always on repeat. Finding myself in bed with my own self-defeat. Turn down the covers, Turn off the lights - all these inner fights. Shutting down. As my smile turns to a cracked frown. How many times can you break the same piece until it will finally shatter? I need to know, to really see, that I truly matter. I feel me slipping through your fingers. You speak all these sweet words and promises to my glistening green eyes. My heart aches and here it lingers. Though my mind now doubts and labels them as lies. Am I pretty in all my broken pieces? Sharp - they cut so deep. Am I truly who you wish to keep? I'm always gluing myself back together. Look, I'm glittering with lines of gold. I think I might be too much, too delicate, for someone to ever hold. Another chapter where I pretend I'm all better. I just want this story to be the right one. No more rough drafts or unfinished chapters. When will my ink dry? When can I feel done? I'm running out of parchment for paper hearts And new starts. ......
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Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
Silent Refracture
I feel my heart slowly closing again. My hopes and dreams shrinking once more. After I let you in. Taken for granted, my always open door. I forgave so much even when you went too far. It's raw, re-opened, this broken heart's scar. You can't feel me. You don't hear me. This thumping in my chest, silent screaming. Still you don't see. Yet I am always dreaming. That you can be the one, my one and only. But every night I cry, you only leave me lonely. I spent so many years on people who never truly wanted me. They only wanted what they perceived or shaped me to be. I want to smother all my feelings and pretend it's all okay. Lean into your hugs and kisses and by that my own heart betray. Can't stop thinking of the plastic women lingering in your eyes. Find myself re-capping all your prior lies. My body fills with doubt and relentless anxiety. I find it hard to believe I am a top priority. You present a bandaid and expect me to forgive- Let it all blowover; but you can't seem to understand this is no way for my trust, my love, to live. I feel it gasping for breath - for crumbs to feed. You place them on a pedestal with words like "they're out of my league." Where does that put me? In your heart? Your mind? The faith I once held in your words feels so very hard to find. Always second best... or 'good enough' for you. I feel myself falling apart and I don't know what to do. Wallowing in my sorrow every couple days, hoping you actually see me and someone's love for me finally stays. Like wind through an old window I feel thoughts creep in. Chilling me with images of a secret sin. I wish I didn't have to beg for your eyes. Your heart, your hands. To want only me. I wish I didn't have to wonder if you thought of someone else you wish I would be. As we lay together. Side by side. I hate feeling like there's always something you hide. Maybe I'm not the one for you, maybe this isn't something true. I hate to think this way but I'm living in this distorted view. Traumatized heart and watery eyes. After I lived a life with half felt ties. From lovers and partners who tried to mold me to their design. While they yearned for other women or led me along. I was always theirs but they were never mine. Tired of living a life in doubt and repeating the same old song. Maybe I am too broken and I'm no longer beautiful to you. I wonder on nights like these if we will never make it through. It doesn't matter what I do - what I wear. I can't seem to get your words, your stare. Everyone always just wants to dip their toes on the shore. When it gets too deep, they don't want to know me more. After every break in my chest - I try not to let the cage of my heart calcify. Give myself all the love I can, time to rest. I always find myself believing the next guy. I want you to be the last chance, The last time I have to open it up. I want to believe you will return all the love I give to my cup. I want this to be my last dance. But when your gaze lingered on my flaws - I heard the words before they left your lips. The same judgments my own mind whispered in my ears. The moment that lived in my fears. Everything that confirmed, "You're never good enough to be loved with a full heart." Always on repeat... that part. Always on repeat. Finding myself in bed with my own self-defeat. Turn down the covers, Turn off the lights - all these inner fights. Shutting down. As my smile turns to a cracked frown. How many times can you break the same piece until it will finally shatter? I need to know, to really see, that I truly matter. I feel me slipping through your fingers. You speak all these sweet words and promises to my glistening green eyes. My heart aches and here it lingers. Though my mind now doubts and labels them as lies. Am I pretty in all my broken pieces? Sharp - they cut so deep. Am I truly who you wish to keep? I'm always gluing myself back together. Look, I'm glittering with lines of gold. I think I might be too much, too delicate, for someone to ever hold. Another chapter where I pretend I'm all better. I just want this story to be the right one. No more rough drafts or unfinished chapters. When will my ink dry? When can I feel done? I'm running out of parchment for paper hearts And new starts. ......
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“Why so quiet? they ask when your thoughts feel too heavy to hold. “It’s not that deep,” they say when you finally find the courage to speak. “Smile more,” they laugh, while your heart quietly breaks. “Why so happy?” they question on a rare day the sun reaches you. No matter the volume of your voice, no matter the shape of your face, no matter the way you exist, it’s never quite right for someone. And still, the world keeps watching, keeps weighing, keeps judging.
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Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
Never quite right
Why do I love so hard, so deeply, when I know it’s only going to hurt me more? When I know it’ll just tear open old wounds— make the scars bleed all over again, like they do every time I care, every time I love. It always ends the same: with me feeling like I’ll never be enough, like I’ll never be the one they truly want. Just a maybe. The one who loved too hard, too deeply. Who smiled through the day, and let her eyes bleed through the night. Cold. Unheld. No warm arms to wrap around her, to whisper, "You are enough" "You matter" "You mean something" But those words never came. Just silence. Just pain. And more scars— fresh, red, and aching.
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Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
The Maybe.....
I keep on waiting, For hours that feel endless, Just to hear his voice, To tell him about my day, To feel like I matter. But he seemed distant, Uninterested. Our conversations faded Until they barely existed. He didn’t care— At least, not the way I did. And my heart, It broke silently, Into thousands of pieces Scattered in places he'll never see. I lie awake wondering: What if he never cared? What if I was never the one? Was I ever enough? Did I overreact? Did I ruin it? Maybe it was all my fault. These thoughts crawl in, Late at night, Until I break down, Until breathing feels like a burden, And every fight replays With me as the villain.
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Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 7:06 AM UTC
Was i ever enough
these models in magazines and billboards set unrealistic expectations for young girls thinking they need to starve themselves just to get the flat stomach and hourglass figure envying every girl they see who they view as prettier than them going to such extremes to fit the rapidly changing beauty standards leaving their youthful bodies behind to go under the knife and inject their face with fillers just to be called beautiful to feel beautiful but then the standards change and they don't feel beautiful anymore they do more procedures and exercise until they drop until the standards are to be natural and it feels like it was all for nothing that they'll never be enough
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May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 3:15 PM UTC
Societial Standards
how do you measure love when your heart is a wildfire & theirs is a candle? i want a love that burns my skin just to prove it’s real, but they tell me that warmth is enough. maybe i want too much— a love that spills over, a love that consumes, but isn’t that what love is supposed to feel like? because if it’s not desperate, if it’s not all-encompassing, then how do i know it’s real? they call it "too intense," but all i hear is "not enough."
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Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 10:25 PM UTC
to love with bpd
do you ever feel like you're not enough? like what you do will never measure up. who to be and what to do have never come clearly to you. i know you. I know your pain, your sorrow, your lack of faith. "how do i believe in myself when no one else does?" you prove them wrong. show them your strength, your courage, your confidence. prove to yourself that you deserve life, deserve to be on this planet we call earth. we all have something to offer, you included. show the world the best you can be and then they'll see that they were wrong about you and the things you can do. spread your wings and jump, i know you'll fly.
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 3:03 PM UTC
fly
I woke up on your sixtieth birthday And realized I’ve been with you For half your life! Yet to me it seems sometimes No more than the blink of an eye, No more surprising than a sigh. Yet then, I think of the joy The kindness and love You have given me as naturally As you might breathe. Then the aching passion that began Long ago, now burnished with time Still burns like the fire inside a jewel! And each day seems like a hundred years In which I hold you even when you aren’t near. I would wish for another half of all you are, But then I realize, that would never Be enough.
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Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 10:58 AM UTC
Sixty Years
i love the moon wrapped around my neck the small crescent moon bouncing happily on my heart as we hold hands that same beautiful moon in which i trace with my fingers feeling the smooth moonstone be imprinted with my fingerprints that same affectionate moon as it glided on your chest when we gasped for more air and you held me close to your heart as the moonlight shined softly from the window that same wonderstruck moon we would fight under tears that reflected the moonstone always streaming down my face that same gleaming moon that you would wipe my tears with the hands i had felt for years and all i could do was look up and dream of that same distant moon where i had found out about your disloyalty and i felt myself slipping into vast space putting myself in front of asteroids just to feel something that same sickening moon taunting me with the way it just stays up there, coming out only at night only to observe and listen for chaos that reigns after dark that same wicked moon that was suffocating me in my sleep when i would lie next to your empty shell gasping for air as i wipe my moonstone tears that same dreadful moon as it watched me deteriorate in your arms burning holes into my chest dwindling my soul until it left me hollow i... used to love the moon when i knew that it was lovingly wrapped around my neck by you and you would feel the moonstone with your lips i used to love the moon until the last star died and i ripped it off from my neck and drove myself into a black hole that same cynical moon that you proclaimed your love to me too, was the same ******* moon that my entire being was shattered by you ... i ******* hate the moon.
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Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
Crescent Moon Necklace
i love the moon wrapped around my neck the small crescent moon bouncing happily on my heart as we hold hands that same beautiful moon in which i trace with my fingers feeling the smooth moonstone be imprinted with my fingerprints that same affectionate moon as it glided on your chest when we gasped for more air and you held me close to your heart as the moonlight shined softly from the window that same wonderstruck moon we would fight under tears that reflected the moonstone always streaming down my face that same gleaming moon that you would wipe my tears with the hands i had felt for years and all i could do was look up and dream of that same distant moon where i had found out about your disloyalty and i felt myself slipping into vast space putting myself in front of asteroids just to feel something that same sickening moon taunting me with the way it just stays up there, coming out only at night only to observe and listen for chaos that reigns after dark that same wicked moon that was suffocating me in my sleep when i would lie next to your empty shell gasping for air as i wipe my moonstone tears that same dreadful moon as it watched me deteriorate in your arms burning holes into my chest dwindling my soul until it left me hollow i... used to love the moon when i knew that it was lovingly wrapped around my neck by you and you would feel the moonstone with your lips i used to love the moon until the last star died and i ripped it off from my neck and drove myself into a black hole that same cynical moon that you proclaimed your love to me too, was the same ******* moon that my entire being was shattered by you ... i ******* hate the moon.
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I guess I'm not enough for you Those nights I stayed up Those things I said The things I did Never enough for anyone People will always want more Things aren't like how they used to be You can try, and try, all you want But everything will never be enough
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 7:27 AM UTC
I'm Not Enough
Who do I want to love me more then me? You I want you to love me and care for me. You and I keep bumping heads I can't focus cause my heart is hurting and I can't stop it from beating so hard and fast. I love you yes but it's never enough I can't stop crying cause I want us to work and I am fighting so much for a spot that I must walk away or I'm gone hurt myself. Goodbye my friend.
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Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
My Fault
i’m a butterfly in the rain wings dripping with salty tears i’m a firefly in the dark possessing a glow so beautiful it makes me worth catching i’m a girl with no hope for i am too much of everything and never enough.
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 3:36 PM UTC
clipped wings
I have this terrible feeling, That im just not enough. And no matter what i do or say We were just a love story that never begun.
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
Untitled V
So much things to say So much things to do So much to feel And not much at all Too much But Too little Am I selfish? For asking more To feel To be felt To see To be seen To speak To be heard To matter Am I a narcissist? For hoping so much out Of love Of perfection Of attention Of life Too much but too little Time to do To prove myself Too much but too little Things to say To make things Go my way.
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
Too much but too little
It’s never enough The nectar that is you And like a moth to a flame I flutter to you. Oh, you sweet thing How I adore you. No matter how many sips I still long for you. It’s never enough Even when I have made you mine You need to show me how much you love me each and every time. Hold me at night. Hold me tight. Will it be the oceans that washes us apart? Oh shall you always carry my heart?
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
Never enough
It's funny. If there was one thing people could agree on, It's that we didn't have enough time. But now that we have all the time In the world, we're slowly losing our minds
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC
Cabin fever
I have been through hell, beyond what anyone will truly understand. There’s emotional damage that’s been done as consequence for having such an open and trusting heart. I’ve fallen too fast, I’ve loved too easily, and I’ve trusted too many. I am damaged and broken in ways that will never be mended. I will never be who others want me to be because that is all that I’ve ever wanted to be. My friends need me to be their crutch, my parents need me to be their perfectly well-rounded daughter, and the man I’m falling for, well... I just want to give him the best of me. How does one pick and choose who to be for the ones they love, when regardless, the love almost always remains unreciprocated? I would love to be their perfect daughter, but that’s not who I am. I would love to be the perfect friend who picks up every call, but for reasons that I cannot control, that cannot be me. I would love to be cared for, protected, and eventually loved unconditionally by the man who’s almost too perfect to be real. But, I can't have the one person that makes me truly happy because everything else remains in my way. I've been damaged, broken, bruised, and used. All I want is happiness, yet she shall remain a stranger to me until I find my escape from the overwhelming demands of everyone that I care for.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
split
I suppose it's okay if every once in a while you remember the good in the times far away how once you laughed when she laughed her silly laugh and when you used to feel nervous at the sound of her voice. her voice might call butterflies into your heart a honeycomb maze dripping thoughts like molasses drops. maybe that's okay. and if you ever wonder what it would be like now to kiss her forehead before bed and be her little spoon in the mornings after happy dreams I supposed I can't blame you for the fantasies I don't know. I've seen them too. Your hips between the space in her legs, her hair polite under your chin, fearing parenthood together. I think to live your life with someone else means to accepts that we'll never be one another's and we won't be as close as the dreams we have of others, like of myself and the forest and the rocks and the birds outside my window and the *** I'd have outside in the invisible nowhere and the wildflowers caressing and scratching my fat legs; of the women I'd hold. So I suppose I can't blame you for sometimes wishing for someone else when the possibilities for our lives are so huge and we only choose one another.
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Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
everything i hated in myself
i'm sorry that i'm not enough i'm sorry you thought this was love i'm sorry my walls are too tough i'm sorry i threw down the glove i'm sorry my edges are rough i'm sorry when push came to shove i'm sorry was never enough
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Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC
never enough
you’ve been trying too hard to fall in love, but when love comes to you in pieces; you walk away, thinking it isn’t enough. you’ve been trying to find someone mature, but when stability comes into your life; you find it boring in the first place. you’ve been trying to fill your voids, but when warmth tries to touch you; you refuse it because you’re cold. you’ve been trying to find perfection, but no one is perfect and no one will be yet you don’t care about who is there cause’ what’s available to you isn’t worthy.
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Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Never Enough
I swear I’m trying my level best to be the best version of me So people would stay, so I would get people’s love and attention, so I won’t lose anything But when will I learn, that everyone leaves; and not everyone that you love would love you back. People think what they want to think and do what they want to do. They are selfish that way. But my best isn’t enough for you, I guess. It’s never gonna be enough. Because it’s from me The one who never been accepted and belong anywhere.
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Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
My best is not your best.
Since my birth, my mom called me chameleon soul She knew I would fly away Like a summer breeze, I'd evaporate Like the fog that precedes a cold rainy night I would adapt but could never fit An Oath Oh Lord, An oath to every distinct color I left in the places I've been with no recollection or intention of taking it back And then, at last, I was assured that this life would never be enough
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
The Chameleon’s oath