Good enough

I feel something is happening

The earth is not spinning the same

My chest feels heavier again

Will I ever be enough?

My heart sinks as my mind repeats

All excruciating thoughts

"Maybe that's what you've come here to do

Write stories that works out for everyone

But you "

Said the quiet voice

And I repeat

The writer will never be the muse

Such life has never had much use

And while words just create cuts

This will either be my happy ending

Or the biggest heartbreak of times