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Title: Break the sky

I want to break the sky.

Let the shards cut my cheeks.

The stars will glow slightly dimmer.

My blood mixing with the universe as my slight cheeks weep more blood.

My eyes watch with dead eyes.

All hope was and is lost.

The world is dead.

My physical being was dead.

My spirit trapped in the fleshy shell.

Floating away from the world.

Slowly decaying into the atmosphere.

Though shall my guilt and despair hang heavy.

A visible wind will spread them around for all eternity.

But this is my punishment.

The punishment of never disappearing, so I may never fully rest.

Do not hang your head for me.

Do not give me your damned pity.

It will only unsettle me more.

Though in the end, the wish was granted.

The wish of being part of the stars.

But this isn't what I want.

This isn't what I meant.