and as much as they say not to romanticize depression, there's something beautiful about the way her sobs escape her mouth when all she wants to do is escape reality, jealous of her tears for being on their path to newfound freedom. there's something ******* poetic about the trail they make down her cheek, pale from spending endless days indoors too afraid to face the sunshine when all she sees is the moon. it's magical how her heart can literally feel the shattered fragments of lives left behind, tearing her apart completely from the inside out. she sits alone, troubled by never being pretty enough, while true beauty surrounds her. true. *******. beauty.