it has been
fourteen years
ten months
twenty nine days
fifteen hours
fifty minutes

that's a record
for being alive

and yet
i am still squeezing myself
through those narrow walls
in my mind

in fact
we all are
trying to find the answer
of who we are
where are we going

and you, my friend
i know that you don't think much of yourself
and
i don't think much of myself either
however
i do know that

you are more than the phone glare
cast on your face in the middle of the night
as you lie there and can't fall asleep

you are more than tired eyes
purple bags of gold that hang from them

you are more than
shaky knees
shallow breaths
crumpled faces

you are more than
visible hip bones
counting calories
instead of sheep
as you fall asleep

you are more than a broken smile

you are more than bloodshot eyes

you are more than that scab on your collar bone

you are more than each freckle on your skin

you are more than wishing
you could do something to help

you are more than not knowing
who you are

you are more than the salt of your tears

your screams and fears

you are more than trying to understand
why you're stuck in this body
and what the hell is it made of

you are more than the unachievable goals

you are more than the angry expression on your dad's face

you are more than disappointed parents

you are more than grades

you are more than
stupid social media profiles

you are more than
laughing for no reason

you are more than bad moods

you are more than smoke

you are more than cloudy days

you are more than the sound
of lonely plucks
of guitar strings

you've got a winning streak
of days
of living
i trust you to not break that streak

because you are more than you think

i promise