some days are colder than they are
and others are like stars in the sky
-lanterns in an otherwise endless night.
some days you wonder if you should try to leave at all,
if you should just go back to your books,
and other times you show your face to the world,
dance in clothes that you no longer hide in.
some days you agree that you’re ****,
and you allow them to draw their brushes across your faces,
making you pretty.
pretty. you’d never know.
and others say we tell them that we’re all beautiful,
but we sure aren’t pretty,
and there’s nothing wrong with our insides,
or perhaps the way we’ve chosen to show ourselves
-it’s all perfect.
every **** bit.
some days we feel as if our worries,
make this life worthless,
and we believe that that’s all we have
-that they’re worth ending it all over.
nothing’s worth that
-there are beautiful things like love,
and our very own lives.
as ****** up as we may think they are.
i've had an emotionally intense weekend. guys don't let the world convince you to harm/**** yourself. NOTHING IS WORTH KILLING YOURSELF OVER. it's a lie that you can't fit in this world -we all have our places here, and yours is worth living for. and if you hate it, get a new one. love you all.