"I'm not enough," she says, as she takes the drug bottle by bottle.
As if only a couple of the pills couldn't do the job.
"I'm not enough," he murmurs, as he steps quietly into the night and off the roof.
As if the ground wasn't really that far away.
"I'm not enough,"she thinks, as she marks her skin again with the blade.
As if her body was a blank canvas, and not filled to the brim with scars.
"I'm not enough," he sighs, as he squeezes the trigger.
As if he was already out of time.
When those 3 words cross your lips, don't believe it.
Because there's always someone with a different opinion.