an ire for bards and other things.

an upopular opinion.

what are you supposed to do
when the body that was
created to keep you
alive,
keeps looking for ways to
die?

you stop eating,
you stop showering,
you stop paying attention,
you stop talking;

you start listening,
and cutting,
and burning,
and hurting. .
you are alive,
but you are not living.

~

it isn't pretty.
it isn't easy.
it isn't fun.
nothing about depression is
candid.

so stop
fucking
romanticizing
this
mental illness,
like it's a trend.

depression is hard enough as it is,
and with millions of strangers
implying that it's
cool
to have low self esteem,

it's impossible.

- we are not your aesthetic.

(peep my dog 4 some good vibes)