When will my art be good enough?
When will my writing be good enough?
When will my heart be good enough?
When will my body be good enough for you.
When will my everything be enough for everyone.
When will I be enough.
Why can't I be good enough and why can't everything I do be good enough.
Crying myself to sleep gets tiring.
Validation, acceptance.
I want it all so badly.
I've become blind and naive to think I was alright myself alone.
Jealousy, sadness, depression I feel it more than I please.
Hurtful words will hurt my soul but stones and sticks desert me completely.
I feel empty without them but I burn myself out of spending time with them.
No more chances, no more trying, I wish to see none of it.
Because when I wake up in the morning, nothing will change.
My hatred for myself won't change at the moment. I try.
But it won't be good enough.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Poetry Book
Şiiryo yo yo this is my poetry book that has my own original poems in it 🥺 I GuEsS you could read it 🙄
