Life has become a big
"I don't know"
we try to cover up the unknown
with illusions of
Love
Hope
Fantasy
But at the end of the day we are
alone
hopeless
insecure
we are sitting in our shell
dreading the next day
dreading the glance in the mirror
to witness our grotesque human flaws
dreading human interaction
that may cause us to second guess whether or not
we are liked.
We pity ourselves.
The belief that we are not strong enough for life
rings through our head
constantly on repeat
because we tell ourselves this over and over
we believe it.
This is us
this is how we are
it's not how we have to be
strength is not measured on how many
good days you have
because sometimes its none.
Strength is sitting on your bed
ready to end it all
strength is putting the blade to your skin
strength is thinking of her and him
and how much it would kill them to see you hurt
strength is the tears that stream from your eyes
while you debate right from wrong
strength is telling yourself over and over
"I don't need it"
Strength is remembering how proud she is
strength is putting the blade down
not just for her or him
but for you
Strength is believing that you are more than the slits you make into your skin
You are more.
