Good Enough Poem by Brooklyn Sorrow

I guess I should move on,
For it would be right.
I really can't keep these memories.
For they keep me up at night.

These horrific dreams.
And my piercing screams,
Are nothing more than a reminder,
Of what I loved.

My life is good enough.
It's good how it is.
Please let's keep it this way.
So I can live through each day.

Don't say those names.
This isn't just some fun game.

Playing around.
Joking.

That is mean.

My life is good.
I am good where I am.
I can't die.
I'm too young.

No more suicide.
It's tearing at my will.
No more murder.
I don't like to kill.

I'm good.
Good Enough.

I'm staying alive for you.
That should be good enough.