armor.
Despite what you’ve read
your sadness is not beautiful
No one will see you in the bookstore
curled up with your Bukowski
and want to save you
Stop waiting
for a salvation that will not come
from the grey-eyed boy
looking for an annotated copy of Shakespeare
for an end to your sadness in Keats
He coughed up his lungs at 25
and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived
Your life is fragile
just beginning
teetering on the violent edge of the world
Your sadness will bury you alive
and you are the only one
who can shovel your way out
with hardened hands and ragged fingernails
bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth
Darling
you see
no heroes are coming for you
Grab your sword
and don your own armor
(Credits to exheli)