if i wasn't gay would you still tell me i'm brave if i didn't self harm would you still tell me i'm strong if i wasn't depressed would you still say you love me if i wasn't starving myself would you still tell me i'm beautiful if i didn't try to **** myself would you still tell me life is worth living if i didn't cry would you still tell me i have every reason to smile if i wasn't scared would you still hold my hand if i didn't have insomnia would you still stay up with me if i didn't panic would you still tell me that everything's alright if i didn't love you would you still be kind if i didn't try would you stop trying too? if i wasn't broken would you still try to fix me?
i don't want to be uninteresting.
partly inspired by Neil Hilborn : "...because the sadness is the old paint under the new it's the house fire or the broken shoulder. I'd still be me without it, but I'd be so ... boring. "