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Jan 24

"I am not weird, I am not broken, sideways or depressed, I just need y'all sometimes k." - Anonymous

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The world has conditioned you: don't sing (you can't), don't dance (you're freaking me out), don't write poems (it's weird). Basically, if we don't have enough self love (AND WE DON'T YET BUT BY GOD WE'RE TRYING DON'T MEDICATE US PLEASE) we are labelled. Well fuck that, call me crazy, depressed, weird, it hurts but whatever, maybe I am all of those things but by god let it be known those are labels of this world, I'm trying to love myself here but turns out the world doesn't support every version of human. We are the ones learning the hard way. We were born with big hearts and open minds. We are the lucky unlucky ones.

 

I am Love, loyalty, protection & happiness but society has shouted "No you're not, you can't be! You don't fit our ideal! Prove yourself, keep proving yourself while we shit all over you and constantly tell you you're not enough!" I see why people lose it, end it, give up. Because to end up giving up, you had to be trying. And not many people are trying for fear of shear abuse and ridicule, but those who are, we , us, the doers, the feelers, the thinkers, the kind, the generous, loving, trying humans get pulled off the ladder daily. We eventually get tired of starting again because its not us who NEED to start again. We start again every morning when we open our eyes ready to give the world another chance. It's the world, the haters, the naysaying racist sexist homophobic hating humans who we live amongst everyday in our hometowns.

 

Us, we, the depressed, the trying, the frustrated, the failing but trying, BELIEVE love is enough but we don't reap what we put out, it is not reciprocated, it is taken for granted until people shake their heads over our grave saying "I had no idea!". The vivid feeling thinkers of the world do their damn best to let you know they need help without hurting you.

 

It's time to hug your partner, your kid, your friend, your sister/brother or neighbour and say "Hey Bro, I am unconditionally here for you" and then STAY for the answer. Us over thinkers will take you for your word and when the offer expires (without us knowing), we think you speak for the rest of the world. BURDEN BURDEN BURDEN.

 

DO NOT let your people down, ask for help or help for goodness sake. You fall under one or the other. Healing or healer. Don't keep to yourself! Find each other, help each other. Fuck the labels and the doctors. Say I love me and I love this person who is having a shitty time with their own head right now, but I am steadfastly here! Be kind in this world of cunts, be somebodies someone.

 

And I write this to my closest friends and family who are still ignoring the signs everyday. Thank fuck you're making me stronger for it but man, I lose love for you daily because you, my dear neighbour, friend, mum, brother, aunty, need to step up. We are not selfish, we are over thinking, over loving, self pressuring, self judging humans, and you mightn't understand us because you haven't bothered too yet. I am not weird, I am not broken, sideways or depressed, I just need y'all sometimes k.

This might just be the wake-up call we all needed. Sometimes we need someone to shout things at us and remind us to take action, even the simplest of them. Thank you for this.

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