She's out of control, so beautiful.
How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable,
So condescending unnecessarily critical,
I have the tendency of getting very physical.
When I'm all alone it feels like it's all coming down.
If I cry that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down.
I'm looking up, but feeling kinda down.
You don't know what it's like to be me,
I may look happy but I won't be okay.
Sometimes I try to hide what I feel inside.
The fear is whispering if you stand you'll fall down.
I want to give up and lie down.
To be hurt,
To feel down,
To be left in the dark,
To be kicked while you're down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down and no ones there to save you,
No you don't know what it's like.
Stand up when it's all crashing down.
Stand through the pain.
You won't drown.
Just stand in the rain.
This really struck me. I’m not clinically depressed and I have certainly said the wrong thingsto depressed friends. It’s hard to know what to do when you want to be help, but remembering this has helped me somewhat.
dont you ever, EVER call a girl fat or chubby or thick or big boned or large or meaty or anything like that because you’ll forget seconds later but she will remember 10 years later when shes throwing up her lunch in the toilet, your name, where it happened, what the weather was like, the time it happened, and exactly what you said. and it will haunt her for the rest of her life.