Fragility

Wish I were enough for you,

as is, just as I am. 

You're always wishing me, 

to fill someone's shoes. 

I can't be who you want me to be,

I've disappointed you,

I've failed as a friend, son, a companion. 

Am I enough as is?

Then why does my mind tell me otherwise?

Why do you tell me otherwise? 

I fight myself, 

fight the demons you give me,

And the ones I already have.

How long can I go on, though?

I ask myself.

I'm hanging on,

hanging by a thread, barely. 

I feel myself drifting away, 

away from the shore, 

into the sea of darkness. 

I reach for the railings,

but there are none. 

Suddenly, I don't fight the waves anymore,

I let them take me with them.