If your pain is so real then what is mine? Your demons are tangible Your demons are the ones that push the weaker kids into lockers Your demons are the ones that open your heart only to raid it and leave it bleeding My demons - my demons do not exist in the face of yours Mine are silent (Except in my head) My demons scream at me They tell me about being too fat (or too skinny) or too stupid (or too pretentious) or being too much of a disappointment Your demons prove that you are worth fighting over Mine prove that there is nothing to fight for If your pain is so real then what is mine?
If your cuts are too shallow then what are mine? At least yours will fade in time Mine are digusting lingering They remind me constantly of how I have failed of how I will inevitably continue failing My skin doesn't sting (If I squeeze my eyelids hard enough) You need yours to hurt more To remind yourself what pain feels like instead of numbness I'm so much less romantic. I need to remind myself what punishment feels like I deserve to be punished You do not deserve to be punished You do not deserve your scars to be permanent but I do If your cuts are too shallow then what are mine?
If you are human then what am I? Because if your mistakes are what count then I have made enough to spare And if it's your torment that decides it send me a membership letter At least tell me I'm something Because what I have seen is not part of a competition What I think should not be compared with what you do My impact should not be compared with yours Making a struggle into a prize That makes me inhuman So if it's pain that makes you real then at least act like I have a ******* heart And don't tell me that I don't know what it's like. If you are human then what am I?
#fakingit
...did I mention I've been very depressed lately? because I have been.