I’m afraid I’m not good enough, I’m afraid that I’ll never be good enough. My sadness is not for attention. I want help, but I’m too scared to ask for it. Some days I can’t make myself get out of bed. My sadness overwhelms me and I know that I’ll never be good enough. I won’t be pretty, or skinny or even worth loving. I’m scared one day I’ll fall victim to my own sadness and that I won’t be able to walk away from the pain I fell. If I fall again, I’m not sure I’ll get back up.