i'm just
so goddamn
tired all the time
i don't know
how to get
them out
of my head
those distorted silhouettes
countless, menacing glances
telling me i'm not good enough
never good enough
i remember being only seven
pushed into thorns
by them
and i came upstairs crying
because i wasn't
good enough
with arms covered in scratches
and a heart that
kept getting dented
with a rapidly
increasing pace
and you cleaned up the wounds
temporarily
kissed away the pain
i felt better than i had
in a while
and i remember thinking
maybe, just maybe,
it isn't all this bad
but fast forward
through these years
and here we are
still set on
wanting
to push
the other down
and in my lowest moments
to this very day
i still hear your voice
echoing in my ears
promising me
that i am good enough
but did that
mean anything at all
because i hear
the opposite
every night
not good enough,
never good enough
YOU ARE READING
from me to you
Poetryto: the woman who made my nightmares come true from: the trembling girl who hides under the sheets in her room (tw)
