please
don't hate on me
but.

i have a confession to make

i've never been depressed
or stuck down in the dumps

and i kinda feel ashamed about it,
like i need to keep it quiet.

and
i've never thought of suicide
or using those X-acto knives

but i kinda wish i had so
i could say
that
i know what it's like

but to be honest
i just can't.

and that bothers me.

because then i want to think
that somehow i'm superior

that i should be the one to help
because i am so obviously

stronger.

so
to those who hurt and struggle
with the pains and fears i don't

please help me to remember,
that my strength is hardly tested
if i haven't walked through nights
when i'm pushing past
fears more dark than when
i just turn off the lights.

help me to remember,
that i still freak out and
lose my mind when everything
comes crashing in

at once

and
help me to remember
that the reason i am here
the way i am
is not because of what i do
but what he did to die for me.

so there you have it.