a glimpse into this brain of mine

human

Can she be considered happy when she's cried four times today?
Can we call him strong when he slices his skin?
Isn't she just a slut if she's had sex more than you and me?
Isn't he a failure after he didn't get his degree?
Why not?
How come?
Could it be that humans are measured too fast and judged too easily?
Do we just hate on what at first our biased eyes see?
Depression is a monster
Anxiety is torture
Eating disorders make life purgatory
But we need to find the nightlight
Be it person, band or book
To light our path
And help us up
Experience is the best teacher
But
I want none of you
Or at least any more
To go through this
It isn't fun
I can tell you this first hand
But I'm still here
And if you're reading this, so are you
You are not A slut
You are not weak
You are not A drag
You are not A failure
You are a breath of promise
A fresh taste of free air
You'll show the world how to cleanse itself and get rid of those thoughts of life ending early
You've people who love you
No matter what you think
She can be happy despite her tears
He's not weak for slicing his skin
She's not a slut for what she does
No degree doesn't mean no success
You are not what society's biased eyes see
You are not what your biased eyes see
You are a human.
Human like me
Now say that out loud
That's who you are meant to be