Enough?

I keep trying, but I don't know what's left to give
I wear it like a wound, this endless proof I'm not enough
Every time I think I've climbed, the sky just moves above
I poured what's left into these lines, praying someone might hear it right

But the silence feels like failure, another reason not to write
Did I miss the mark again, or was there never one for me
Chasing shadows down the hallway, just to fake some peace
I cry into the static, but it never seems to move

I tear myself to pieces, but nothing ever blooms
I try to plant a garden, from the splinters of my name
But every time I bury roots, the dirt just feels the same
I'm not afraid of falling, it's the landing I can't take

Every time I hit the bottom, I wonder if I'll break
I rewrite myself in every verse, hoping someone might sing along
But what if I was never here, what if I've been wrong
Did I miss the mark again, or did I draw it just to chase

Reaching out through empty rooms, just to take up space
I cry into the static, but it never seems to move
I tear myself to pieces, but nothing ever blooms
I try to plant a garden, from the splinters of my name

But every time I bury roots, the dirt just feels the same
What do I owe the silence? What do I owe the noise
Do I keep rebuilding, just to lose my voice
Every step I take feels hollow, but still I keep the pace

Wondering if enough is something I'll ever face
I cry into the static, but it never seems to move
I tear myself to pieces, but nothing ever blooms
I try to plant a garden, from the splinters of my name

But every time I bury roots, the dirt just feels the same
I wonder if I'll ever know, what it feels like to belong
To stop rewriting every verse, and believe I've been wrong, all along