and you will never.

she loves the silence
the way it hangs heavy like oceans of expectations
drowning her in their multitudes of 
"you are never good enough
you will never be good enough"

each breath taken is like drawing knives across porcelain
and each underlying bruise is like crushing blossoming flowers 
"i am never good enough
i will never be good enough"

1 comment:

  1. I love this. is this about having self doubts? I went through a bout of this and also food poisoning today.


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