Enough?

Am I enough?

Am I enough when insomnia keeps me awake at night

and the only thing I can think about is what you're gonna say

when I fall asleep in class.

Am I enough when anxiety hits me like a train

when I'm at school

or alone.

Am I enough when depression keeps me hostage in my room 24/7

and you wonder

why I'm still sleeping

at 2 in the afternoon.

Am I enough when I slowly stop eating

and I'm dropping sizes

and you don't even notice

my appetite change.

Am I enough when I have cuts on my wrists and thighs

from things you've said to me

or about me.

Am I enough living here

in a world where society will never acceptme

because of my race, gender, age, sexual orientation.

Am I good enough alive...or am I good enough dead?