The witnessed her destruction, Then where left to wonder why, she saw nothing but darkness, though her stars shone in her eyes, but maybe they'd forgotten, maybe they to see the cracks, that a stars light shines the brightest, when it's about to collapse.
Most days I find it hard to look in the mirror. At times, I convinced myself that nobody would miss me if I where gone. My scars tell stories that I wish I could keep to myself. I cry for know reason, and have trouble figuring out the way I'm supposed to function, when my mind is such a scary place. But, I got out of bed this morning and that's a start.
