[enough doesn't exist]

i recall restless nights

of strained back and tearful eyes

as i exhaust everything that is

named as emotion out of me

and in that process

i get numb

through all the hurt

through all the expectations

through all the love

i spread 

so freely

it feels empty

'enough, enough, enough,'

i want to face myself

and scream and hit and kill

to shake the world out of me

that it's enough

you are enough

in some twisted way

that perhaps i realize

i feel loved

even by own self

what a pathetic excuse

of a human being

you are enough

it will never be enough

stop stop stop 

it's useless

stop everything

stop caring stop loving 

just sto-