Tell me I’m strong

I wear my noose like a necklace,

depression hanging limply,

anxiety draping heavily.

LOOK AT MY PAIN!!

LOOK HOW I COPE!!

LOOK HOW I WEAR MY NOOSE LIKE A NECKLACE!

- so pretty, so diseased.

Tell me I’m strong,

tell me I’m so good for holding on.

Tell me you don’t know how you would cope,

as I tie the knot on my noose,

on my pretty little rope.

Choking gently

on your praise.

nobody hurts like me.

That’s what I was like

I think

Begging to be told I’m strong

A reason for feeling all these things

a reason to feel like I belong.

Confirmation from outward sources,

because I can’t soothe myself.

But I’m learning.

I’ll hang my noose, early

not with death,

but on the coat stand,

a safety rope if I need it

to regress

but I’m going to move forward,

leave that life behind.

Self love - a crown of daisy chains

a necklace made of hope

a happier peace of mind