Lemme try this again,

since misogynists trampled in my brain,

and squished all the stuff I was trying to say.

 

I understand how hard it can be 

to be someone's friend.

Someone good and full of light and life,

when you're empty, pulling at your skin

to make it fit better, 

watching your life go by life an interactive movie.

 

But I promise they're full of plenty of holes too,

Maybe those ones are smaller, or shallower,

or have better detours than yours,

but they are there.

 

Murder-suicides, depressions, insecurities,

everyone has their problems,

and those who are willing will take yours on.

 

Maybe you should let them.

 

Maybe you should ask them silly, stupid questions.

Maybe you should give them food,

act like they are just other people,

comfort them when things hurt...

 

not put them on pedestals like gods

worshipped by lesser men,

but keep them here with you.

 

He won't find this,

but I promise, the man who inspired this would be proud,

and so would the woman,

and so would the teacher.

there's nothing here to fear

or feel ashamed of,

but nothing to speak of for now either.