Stop telling me I’m strong
When I know how weak I am

Strong people aren’t hunted with thoughts
That keep them awake ‘til sunrise
Only to sleep through tired eyes
From either staring all night at the ceiling and the walls
Or crying.
Strong people don’t cut
Nor punch walls
Nor starve themselves
Just to feel pain

Because strong people wouldn’t have the need to feel pain at all
In order to stay sane.