Ghost: Glorify
Do. Not. Ever.
Glorify my pain.
Don’t claim it makes me stronger, or that we all come out okay.
I don’t suffer in silence, and I don’t need your voice to speak for me.
My pills help me function. My dog keeps me breathing.
I live like a novice tightrope walker, uncoordinated as hell.
I still hate mornings, and drink too much coffee.
I laugh too loud, and cry too much, but don’t act like I’m a miracle.
If I bleed, it’s not your business.
I’ll celebrate another day without your trending vlog.
I’ll seek help on my own without your hotline retweet.
My pain is not romantic.
My life is not on Netflix.
So don’t dub an indie love song over my broken bones.