Let me tell you something:
Your sadness isn't beautiful and it will never be beautiful
All it is is destructive and my god it will burn you down in the worst possible ways

It will burn you down 'til your fingers start setting fire to everything you touch
'Til your insides are ablaze with the heat of self-hate
'Til your very soul is turned into a raging forest fire that kills anything alive

It will burn you down and it will make you want to bleed out
From your wrist and neck and head and that is not beauty

That is a catastrophe