Me, myself and afraid

There's this thing
This friend
This person
This place
This name
I've lived all my life
Their name is afraid
BUT WHY?
Why are we together?
All the time?
All the places?
All the things?
When I know the ending!
WE ALL DIE IN THE END!
SPOILERS!
SPOILERS!
They all die in the end
So why don't I know this guy:
JOY
HUH?
Who stole that guy from me?
It wasn't alcohol
It wasn't marriage
It wasn't any job
That guy
Yeah THAT GUY
was stolen by me
myself
and afraid.

I may not be there
But I'm also not there

You get to the point when you've skidded out into the open from the ether and you're looking out in the actual world and the way in which it works and wondering how you ever did not know.

Pain

You get to the point where you see the pain in their eyes

No matter who they are

No matter how much money they've made

And you fully understand the pain

You understand it because you've lived it

You're living it

Whatever they have

They don't have

What they've done 

Haven't done

That pain in their eyes

Is all the same

Exactly as yours

Enough

You never sat there and thought, really, "It's always almost enough."

Because is should have been! It was enough, right?

Because you survived it

You were even happy at times.

It was you who were thinking "I'm not enough."

When the situation and the people were.... just were

It was the you who you were analyzing.
You had found yourself to be not enough somehow
But you were enough
That you somehow weren't worthy
Yes, because of the way they treated you,

But when  a person is alive,

They are worthy.