"

I do not inhale stardust.
I inhale cigarette smoke and choke on tears.

My bones are not pure white.
They are tainted and covered in
corrupted veins and filthy blood.

My eyes are not diamonds.
Rather, they are heavy grey stones.

My skin is not soft or fresh,
It fuses together on my wrist
and acts like a flesh casket.

I am not white sand beaches
Or the smell of money.
I am not a full moon or glitter
I am not 3 am laughter.
I am not a starry night sky
I am not.

No,
I am ash
And the sound of flesh ripping.
I am a gunshot.
I am a hangover on a Monday
I am the ghost of the man
I should have killed when I was 12.
I am a funeral.

"

— Don’t make me out to be more than I am (via sadgothkids)