Proud of You by Maximillian Kaestner





"Do we not all wish we had someone say this to us?"


I was trying to come up with my next writing and a close friend inspired me. After working on it I had a talk with my brother recently and he told me he wished someone would have ever said this to him, so did I. Thats when I decided to make it something people could hear.

It is hard to hear, but honestly there are moments we need it. And most of us are not lucky enough to have people in our lives who will ever say things like it. Let this stranger say it to you, so you know, you are not alone. Get help, reach out to someone if you are here. And if like so many they just blow you off get it somewhere else, you are worthy of help and love.



Lyrics:
I want you to listen to something.
It is going to be hard to hear.
Like so much internalized trauma that makes
Us think no one will ever care about us.
And fills us with fear.
But, I am proud of you.

Simple words that make us feel like
The world is less heavy for just one moment.
You are here for one more day
And that is an achievement
So many of us can’t say.
Through the haze of names,
insults , the put downs and abuse.
You are here.

We are all members of the same club.
The club of “We got this”.
And I am proud of you.
So many of us broken beyond repair
We have fallen
And are crawling from one moment to the next.
But you are still here.
And I am glad for that.

I also want to tell you
That what they said
Was bullshit.
Just be happy,
Smile more,
Just change.
Not knowing the struggle
In our heads which make the fact that
We got out of bed… a win for today.
If they tell you,
you are bad,
a waste,
Weak
Or just wrong for being that way.
Or not worthy of being loved.
And you end up believing them,
I wish to god you could see yourself through
My eyes. I wish I could be a mirror
That I could tell you to look into harder.
You are here for one more day.
Despite what they said,
despite their harm,
You are here and I am proud of you.


The thing that makes us turn to so many
That give us empty praise or just seeking
Validation from others.
It is so strong
And addictive.
Like the alcohol we drink
To make the day bearable.
That is not this.
I fight alongside you.
I hurt the same hurt you do.
And lost the same people you have.
So when I say I am proud of you,
It’s because I need to hear it too.

People read stories where they want
To see the underdog win the day.
Because inside they think
They are them.
But inside, deep inside we know
We are them.
It hurts every day. And will forever.
Only a few will understand.
And if I ever see you stranded there,
I’ll sit with you
And then we can both still walk.
So if all I can do for you
Is say this one thing to you
To make you know
That you are not alone.
I am proud of you.

For one more day.
For one more moment.
Walk with me in the tightrope that
Is just, being okay for today.
The world is better with you here.
And you gave that to me.
Thank you.

Flickr video:
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Audio for download:
https://soundcloud.com/user-606341839

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255

Mental health.com
https://tinyurl.com/get-mental-help

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