instead of
dying at
the age of
27
i made magic
with the stardust
that created me.
15 year old me,
i hope you’re proud.
you’re
making
it
out
alive
– to the forever 27 club
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looking at humans on my train ride
you’ve tried
looking for
s e r e n i t y
when it sits
next to you
on a daily basis
waiting to be
admired by you
so what do you think?
the reward system of society
that makes you ask yourself
“am i good enough?”
because they didn’t compliment
you in your accomplishment.
when will we stop wondering
if what we do is enough
in order to feel satisfied?
humankind is not so kind.
welcome to reality,
where you can tell
people are envious
through their silence.
i just wanted to let you
know that i find your
darkness beautiful
and if no one tells you
that what you did is great
but you feel happy within,
then that’s all that matters.
cause you carry the stars in your hands.
chicnerdreads 