broken glass hurts

looking up at a night sky in june and wondering how you got there

it's a hot night for the middle of the year
your hair blows in your face
as you murmur a sweet song to yourself
reserved for the nights like these

as you stare up at the endless galaxy
you wonder about, y'know..
life things. what it would be like to die
but that's just the usual

when you die, how would it happen?
you can't think of a horrid way
but, at the same time
you can think of a million

oh, how can this be fair?
how could i take such a heart
and break it like how i did?
how did this happen to you?

how did this happen

ask why