It Doesn't Kill You

They say, "what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger."
I don't agree.
Somethings that didn't kill me,
came so close that they're still damaging.
They didn't make me better.
Something's made me worse.
And can't that be okay too?
Can't some things just break you?
This whole fucking world wants you to believe that admitting defeat makes you weak.
For God's sake,
Bleed.
And bleed openly.
There can be pride in vulnerability,
Honestly it's maturity.
And really,
It's the things that didn't kill me
That made me.