Yes,
I cut deep enough
to feel alive
But never deep enough
To die

When I reach out,
You grab my hand.
When I reach out,
You listen to my words.
When I reach out,
You're there.

Why pretend the trauma never happened?
Why hide the emotional scars?
Why bottle up emotional turmoil ?
For the comfort of others?
To keep family together?
To not offend anyone?
Stop thinking that hiding the truth is better than offending others with the truth ,those that retaliate are comfortable with the lies.
They are the ones that hurt you but convince you that you are the problem.
You are not the problem they are.
You are worthy of ❤️ love.

You are the happy friend.
You seek compliments but you don’t believe them.
You can’t be the messed up friend because they have it worse.
You can’t compare because they won’t see it as bad as it is.
You are the happy friend.
You are the funny friend.
You are the safe friend.
You let them vent, you let them share.
You take the burden so they don’t have to. You carry their weight-
adding to yours.
You don’t let them see.
They check in with you but you know you can’t say anything.
You can’t trust them with your feelings. They don’t need more on their plate.
They can’t handle it, but you can.
You can’t be delicate.
You can’t be hurt.
You are unbothered.
Because you are the happy friend.

Some people say,
"I wish you were
taller"
Some people say,
"I wish your nose was a
bit bigger."
Some people say,
"I wish your lips were
smaller"
Some people say,
"I wish you were more
creative"
Some people say,
"I wish you were more
Intelligent"


But I say,
"Your Imperfection is also a
perfection for me"