“I have become so used to this darkness, Too used to the feeling that I am not worth anything that now every tiny ounce of happiness feels like something I don’t deserve it.” — Last words she ever wrote.

Not good enough, Not thin enough, Not smart enough, Not pretty enough, Not cool enough, Just not enough. These were the words told to her since childhood by the people close to her, breaking her piece by piece by piece until nothing was left in her Soul to be broken other than a heart which was more kind than anything in this world.

She wanted to scream for help but couldn’t speak. She wanted to leave who had hurt her but couldn’t leave. Just coz she was too arrogant to ask and too kind to leave. She didn’t want to look dramatic, week or attention seeking, So she kept it all in her mind. Pretending everything was good, While she was Dying Inside.

She continued to blame herself just because she thought that how can someone as fucked up as her can be good enough. What she didn’t know or what no one told her was that she was one of a kind, a beautiful soul whom you only get to meet once in a lifetime

She was dying to hear someone say, That she didn’t need to try so fucking hard to be perfect, That she was Enough and it was all going to be okay. But she never did.