Enough

She said she was sorry

That she didn’t mean to cut so deep

Or cut at all

Sorry is just a word

Found in the dictionary between

Shit and syphilis

She asked what she could do, 

What help she could provide

When would it be enough?

That’s easy

It never will be

Arms and legs do not grow back

You don’t rise from the dead

She can escape this misery

(If she had any to begin with)

I can’t

Enough? No.

The only part of my life that has

Ever been enough

Was her

So how can anyone expect 

Some silly action or speech,

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men

Will ever put this shitty little scarecrow

Back together again?