I’m not shiny, I’m not happy,
I am hurt and damaged
Most days I want to slice myself open,
Rip out my heart, tear apart my soul
And throw myself into a deep dark pond because
That would be easier than figuring this shit out
That would be simpler than asking myself
Where the fuck do I go from here ?
How the hell do I find happiness in this shithole called my life?
That’s most days.
Then there are some days where I remember,
I stand outside and stare at the night sky
I let the darkness surround me and gaze at stars
I tell myself that I am made of fucking stardust
And anything is possible
I tell myself that I am smaller than a grain of sand on a beach
I am atoms, and molecules and energy and life
And I can just be
I can just breathe
Because I am fucking stardust.