Enough
Once I took a cold shower while it was only 17 degrees outside.
I thought maybe I didn't breathe fresh air enough.
Once I sat naked on the bedroom floor while I shivered from a cold shower.
I thought maybe I didn't feel enough.
Once I held a razor to my leg while I sat naked on the bedroom floor.
I thought maybe I didn't love myself enough.
Once I felt my scares from when I used to cut.
I thought enough is never quite enough.
But this time I went outside and
took a breath of fresh air and
I realized then,
I finally had enough.
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