"I need you to pinpoint the precise moment the idea of dying became more beautiful to youthan how..."

“I need you to pinpoint

the precise moment the idea of dying

became more beautiful to you

than how you feel in the mirror,

when your friends and family first

begun averting their eyes

and covering their ears

as though your tears were nails

screeching down a chalkboard, 

when every inch of your being

first begun kicking and screaming

at its own existence. 

Now, dismantle it, 

tear it to pieces,

and know that every breath

is a triumph,

a victory,

and that each beat in your heart

is like a clenched fist

raised to the world as its witness, 

chanting, “I made it. I made it. I made it.”

- Beau Taplin • Y o u  M a d e  I t