What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Wish It Did

They say, "What does not kill you makes you stronger".

Those words make my blood boil

How wrong they are, those fools.

They think they know hurt.

They think they know hopelessness.

But no, they do not!

How could they understand the agony of laying on the floor wishing for death?

How could they know the complete anguish of hating yourself for every imperfection, for every weakness?

How, pray thee, could they relate to the terrible loneliness that crawls under you're skin, leaving you cold?

There is no way they could know the temptation of the blade, or the silent promise of the pills.

No, they are just silly people pretending to be wise, pretending they know what rock bottom is.

Because, for those of us who have been broken, it is not, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." It's "What doesn't kill you makes you wish it did.