
“You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”

It’s Not Your Fault
For years I have carried a huge source of pain,
One riddled with guilt that runs deep through each vein.
I blame myself for what happened, I didn't say no.
But I was a young girl, and I didn't know.

I am human
So yes I have thoughts that are dark and absurd,
And my grasp on reality is shaky and blurred.
But I promise this scares me much more than it scares you,
So before you try to judge what I have been through:
Try to see that I don’t choose to live my life this way.
I don’t choose to struggle to make it through each day.
I am exactly the same person I was before you knew.
I have as mental illness, but I’m still just as human as you.

