#depression #stronger #you are better than them

Why Don't I Bleed?

I get upset sometimes,

like everyone else.

I drop low,

and grab the knife.

Everyone has at least once,

they just don't admit they're depressed.

But when I cut myself,

even, long cuts to my wrist.

I notice,

I don't bleed.

The blood sits inside my body,

not oozing red like I thought it would.

I get the satisfaction when I see the blood,

seeing myself in pain that I deserve and want.

But it gets me thinking,

thinking.

Maybe I'm not supposed to bleed,

not one drop.

Maybe I'm supposed to stand tall, 

despite their hate,

their absence of understanding,

their lies,

games,

and bragging.

Maybe I'm supposed to show them,

just how strong I am,

that I will not bleed to show a weakness.

And if I do bleed,

it is to show strength.

That is why I have never,

ever,

once bled at the blade of a knife.

It's because,

I am meant to drop that knife,

stand up tall and pround,

and shout to the world.

Shout,

"I AM A WINNER"

not a loser.

"I AM ABOVE ALL OF YOU"

not below you.

"I AM A SURVIVOR"

not a stone cold plate that reads;

"they tried"

instead of;

"they made it".