#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.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
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.
......
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
“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.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
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.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
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.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 7:06 AM UTC
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
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 3:15 PM UTC
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."
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 10:25 PM UTC
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.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 3:03 PM UTC
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.
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 10:58 AM UTC
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.
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
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
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 7:27 AM UTC
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.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
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.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 3:36 PM UTC
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.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
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.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
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?
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
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
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC
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.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
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.
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
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
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC
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.
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
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.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
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
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC