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.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
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.
Trigger warning // This is how I see myself, I'm not saying you have to apply this to yourself as well.
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