The expectations we live with & decimate

I’m not the only kid 

who grew up this way surrounded by people who used to say 

that rhyme about sticks and stones 

as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called

and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed

so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize 
it does – Shane Koyczan

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