when you’re feeling low your mental health is as delicate as porcelain. it only takes one misstep for it to shatter and render you motionless. into shards of nothingness. there are days you’ll wish to un-breathe every breath, unopen your eyes and fade into black. i beg of you to keep filling your air with lungs. line the darkness with stars until the sun rises again. your heart of gold will repair the broken pieces.
