To him, I was never enough
Not good enough for his friends
But pleasant enough for his mom
Not good enough to take out to dinner
But had enough money for Domino’s
You see, he liked keeping it quiet
Playing with my hair
and touching my wallet
And though he never asked
I always offered
Because
maybe he would want me more
MAYBE
I’d be enough
Enough for him to hug me
or simply just
hold me
Enough for him listen when I
talked
Enough for him to look at me
not down at his
always untied shoes
He did fall a lot . . .
To him, she is enough
and maybe she was always enough
Enough for him to leave me
and enough for him to let go
But it will never be enough
for me to hold on
Because I have done enough
and maybe, I have had
enough.
You see, I’m not blaming him for the reasons why I hurt myself.
And blame was never the name I wanted to give him. But the hurt
that he has left me with, it’s going through my strength, and to ashes
is where I’m going. I don’t know how to being okay. Last night, at 9:10,
I realized that I am good for nothing. And all I know is how to hurt myself
and I have come to realize that as much as I may want to stop, I may never.
No one wants the hurting, sad, scared girl sitting in the back.
I often find myself thinking this; that I’m just not good enough and nobody will ever want me. But there are people who care about you. He hurt you, yes, but don’t let him get the satisfaction of knowing that he caused you to feel like this. You aren’t alone in this and there are many people who feel the same way, and also care. And just you wait… You’ll find the guy who wants to help fix the hurting, sad, scared girl sitting in the back. And when that day comes, it’ll make you feel amazing, so just hang in there.