My mother said I shouldn’t walk alone in the night. She could never see the great sky’s light behind those stupid stars

My blood tells me I’m sick but I still see the light behind the walls of pain.

I love myself for being here. I love myself for feeling things. I love myself for others to love me.

Someday we’ll find out what happiness means. What a shame we’ll already be dead.

Life’s pretty, but no-one lived it out yet…