I am strong,

you are strong.

This is what they tell me to say,

and this is what they say to me.

Crying is good for you,

it isn’t a bad thing.

 

Love yourself,

your body and mind.

Treat yourself with respect,

and know that it takes time.

 

But I can't be strong anymore.

Crying is a weakness,

i am bound by the mess.

 

If I have been too strong,

what have I been strong about?

My life is stable there is nothing to worry about,

so why? 

Why do I still worry?

 

In my head,

where you cant see,

all my failures are haunting me.

My demons hide in my eyes,

don't look closer,

turn the blind eye,

they will come for you.

So hide.

So for your sake don’t ask why,

why I'm quiet.

Why I’m tired,

or why I cry,

or why I scream.

Don’t ask why I get mad at the smallest things.

 

You throw words around.

Words that hurt.

To you they are just words,

but they are what keep me up at night.

I can’t be strong forever.

Forever is too long

 

And with the thought of him,

I don’t know how

I might as well just give up now