Lyriael

you were born of a broken cradle where no one taught you how to breathe you need the stars like nourishment, but they just don't feel the same you live like a heart attack, an insufferable shuddering, a socially aware illness without the will to pull through it's a sad truth when we look up in the mirror, and only see ourselves- but it's okay. write it on the walls, it's okay, you just need a little more sleep. (wake up. it's nearly December and you're already dead.)