you light yourself up like a match
you think this will outshine the dark
but your flame can't last
and soon the night is even worse than before
because that was a solution
for short term happiness
and when you suffer from long term sadness
a small flame is only a temporary relief
it is so easy to find problems about yourself
when you are quarantined and isolated
because you spend so much time with yourself
and the things you hate about how you look and who you are piles up
everything feels like a punch in the gut
you can't see the people you love
you can't do the things that you used to do
this change from the norm is necessary
but it doesn't stop you from getting stuck in your head
you are irritable
talking to people used to be easy
but now it's a struggle
no one is there to catch you when you fall
no one is there to tell you not to light the match
no one is there when you're all burned out
and so you throw yourself away
you stay in your room
you say you need space
but what you need is a hug
or just some words to show that someone cares
it's easy to be reckless
when no one is physically with you
to make sure you eat
to make sure you sleep
you cry so much
you make yourself sick
these are screams of sorrow
but no one hears
the reason you light matches
the reason you can't shine on your own
is because over and over again
you were told to dim your light
you shaped yourself into this fragile body
and now you're too weak to stand
inside you're a wreck
you can't look in the mirror
they say sadness makes you feel empty
that was a beautiful lie
you wish you felt empty
you wish you felt numb
instead there's a lump in your throat to the point you can't swallow the medicine you need
instead there's earthquakes and hurricanes and everything is going wrong at once
instead there's anxiety that makes your heart beat so fast you wish it would stop beating forever
you are full of burning ashes
and it's covering the entire sky
you choke
but there's still no light
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all this time I've been saying "you", but I've really meant "me"
~Luna Galaxy, a fallen star
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bloodied whispers
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