Barely Hanging On.

No. Stop it. Stop. You don’t know.

You can say you relate but you don’t.

You can’t tell me that you have ever

had those experiences under perfect weather.

Where you sit in your room crying.

You say you’re okay but you know you are lying.

Every breath is pain because you relive

The worst parts of life since you were a kid.

And you feel pain so intense it’s wrong

The sonder takes on the pain all along.

You don’t know what I’ve been through

You don’t know what it’s like

To feel like the only option would be suicide.

Or to look in the mirror and see someone you don’t know.

But you hate him because it’s the worst you could go.

You don’t know what it’s like to hold a blade

to your wrist and your throat but you’re just too afraid.

You don’t know what it’s like to be denied

everything you’ve ever strived for; you lied.

You don’t know what it’s like to be alone,

Because you’ve always been wanted.

It gets better you say, but it’s been five years

and the closest to good I’ve ever gotten left me in tears.

They say it gets worse before it gets better and to hang on to the end,

But I am striving to hang on even just one more day.

I’m barely hanging on and we are far from the same.

Because you don’t know what that’s like, you don’t know who I am.

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~ by robertlouishernandez on March 29, 2013.

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