You are made of stardust; Your skin sparkles the way those stars do. Your veins are made of the earth; Your blood blooms flowers and leaves and trees. Your breaths are made of the air of this planet; You blow life into this world. Your mouth, your lips are made of words; You speak tales that nobody else feels. Your eyes contain the universe in them; They have stories to tell and stories to bury. Your scars are made of the chronicles your life has lived; They're constant reminders that you've felt emotions nobody has. You are infinite. How'd you think it's okay to burn yourself down?