Mental illnesses are not something to be envious of
There is nothing beautiful about being up at 4am at the fall of the moon
And the constant dull ache inside of you that never stops
With the hope that this pain will go away sometime soon

There is nothing cute about cutting your wrists
Hiding the evidence in a hurried, panicked mess
And hoping you'll be the only one to know
About the relationship with depression, who leaves you feeling helpless

There is no reason to be envious over the girl panicking in the car park,
Sobbing, shaking, running out of breath,
Throwing up because of a fast heart beat,
And feeling like you're seconds away from death

So what is beautiful about Crimson coloured wrists, wet cheeks and sobbing so hard you throw up?
Because last time I checked
Pain isn't beautiful
Pain is raw, honest and destructive.