And god fucking damn don’t you dare believe those poetic assholes
who tell you that being this way makes you fragile and that you are broken.
You may be hurting but you sure as hell are every bit the person you were before this
and razor blades
and starving your beautiful soul won’t change anything about you, my dear.
still glows in the darkness and
are still filled with brilliance and god fucking damn
when you laugh
it’s like everything in the world hits pause for a split second.