"It gets better" Constant mutterings of the same old saying "I offer my condolences" These unsympathetic sympathies are driving me insane
What's that you say? You've walked in my shoes? You've shared the same experiences as I? You know exactly what I'm going through? Ha. That's a lie.
Are you at a standstill in your life right now, with nowhere to turn, nowhere to go? Have you lost all faith in humanity? Are you inwardly dying, do you know?
No. See, you really don't know what it's like to be me You couldn't possibly have walked in my shoes if I'm wearing them on my own two feet
And let me tell you something. My feet... Stink.
Don't ask me why, because frankly I don't know But I was dealt some ****** shoes a long, long time ago
They felt too tight, it wasn't right Although, what's the use if the shoes are loose?
Running fast, fast, fast as fast as I could Without getting anywhere it's a pain in the ***
And the scent of these shoes... God, it was terrible. Nothing could hide the stench of loneliness and ***** A fragrance so unbearable
But anyway, enough about my stinky feet It was really just a bad analogy Though I hope you weren't just about to eat If so, I give you my deepest apology Let's change the subject, shall we?
I am a victim.
I may not have been abused, but take a look at the scars on my wrists I may not have been bullied, but then again, we ourselves are our own worst critics
Just because I have not been battered or bruised by another human being Just because I have not been shattered to pieces by someone other than myself... That does not make me any less broken.
I am a victim of my own thoughts. I am a victim of depression. I am a victim of self-harm. I AM A VICTIM OF LIFE ITSELF.
"It gets better" Oh come on! This is no video game This is no movie This is real, this is life! And trust me, it sure ain't 'groovy'
There are no Prince Charmings No happily ever afters This reality is quite alarming It's not a time for laughter
These heartaches don't just go away The misery and hurt is here to stay I'm sick and tired of spending nights crying and all these constant thoughts of dying
You say that everything will be okay yet I can't look past the pain of today Tomorrow never seems to shine a brighter light so why even bother to continue the fight?
It won't get better.*
See, those are the words I should have said And I know very well that honesty is the best policy but hey, do you really think that I'm the only one being dishonest here?
Then again, I don't know you and you don't know me And maybe you have the courage to tell the truth but if someone were to tell me that "it gets better" I'd put on my best poker face and say "Thank you."