Goodnight, love

Constellations

Happy little child,
Before fond of little butterflies,
Chasing and chasing after it,
They didn't mind, they didn't care.

Free little child,
Whole and unbroken,
A smile painted permanently on her cheeks,
She never thought that she'd lose it someday.

Small and free as a free bird,
She glided through the skies,
Dark or bright,
With not a worry,not a spark of giving up.

They didn't care,
They didn't give a heart,
They thought everyone would always be this happy,
And now they ask where her smiles went.

They told her how beautiful she was,
Chasing after the sun,
Her hair waving through winds,
But now all that's her is left trapped with razor blades.

She never mattered,
They never saw,
Never saw anything that could be out of the ordinary,
All they cared was theirs.

She kept on smiling,
Pushing,
Striving,
But none of it mattered it seems.

All her hard work,
The blood coursing through her veins,
As she slit her wrists,
She felt so alive.

They never cared for her,
But she cared for them,
She saw them tumbling down,
Their knees buckling.

And she reached out,
But she's trapped in a glass wall,
Separating her from all that's left,
All that's left of the things she loved.

Her tears streamed down,
So did her blood,
And there's nothing left to do but stare,
Stare at the mirror, at her own broken facade.

She smashed at it, the mirror,
And she saw her reflection in tiny, little pieces,
She picked them up together,
But some parts are too far to reach.

But she tried to be happy,
Happy as day,
Happy as always,
Happier than anyone else.

But really,
She's left all alone at night,
Crying,
Waiting for a help that won't come.

Or she thought it wouldn't come,
Unexpected visitors came knocking,
At the door beyond the glass wall,
And all she could do was stare at them, her saviors.

She smiled,
Faint but genuine,
And she tried to reach out but she couldn't,
All her hand can go up to is the glass wall.

She pressed her fingers,
Hard as can be,
So hard that maybe she can break  the wall,
And they pressed their hands too, all of them.

He saw that all of them also had battle scars,
That all of them too have lost smiles,
All of them was crying,
But all of them was trying to be strong for her.

No one had been strong for her,
All that's loved is now lost,
But them?
They stayed. For her.

She was weak,
But she promised to be strong too,
Even just for them,
And she will give them smiles, even if she can't herself.

She'll be fine for them,
She'll be okay for them,
Because now is war and war is here, 
She's never backing down.

This war used to be her own fight,
With only her and a thousand bloody demons,
And she'll be dying,
She'll be the only casualty.

But they've got their own wars,
And they're doing it together,
One demon at a time,
With all they've got.

But she's losing though somehow,
Losing herself,
Losing her mind,
Losing them.

She could lose everything else,
Just not them,
Not the people she loved,
Not the people who stood by her.

She didn't care if she died,
Or she never made it out alive,
But she would be strong,
And give them all she've got.

She's no warrior,
She doesn't know which sword to use,
Or which way to swing,
She's lost.

All her prices are dead and gone,
Numb,
Too deep inside the demons,
And had her sliced up and open.

They mended her though,
With all they could,
Even as the war raged on,
She loves them so.

So as they stitched her,
She fought with all her might,
And she got ripped open,
And it pained them to see her like that.

And it pained her too,
They were all ripped and torn,
She wants to help,
But her sword can only reach too much from the glass wall.

She wants to be free,
She wants to comfort them,
For she can't be the damsel in distress always,
All of them were supposed knights.

But maybe she's not good enough,
Not strong enough,
Not brave enough,
Or so she felt.

Sometimes she wonder if they got tired of her,
Maybe she's too much of a mess,
They said otherwise,
But she can see otherwise.

Some nights when all of them are sound asleep,
She asked the stars,
Whether they'll miss her once she's gone,
Or if they'll look for her once she goes missing.

But she's a selfish one too,
Only caring for herself,
They told her that she wasn't,
But she still saw otherwise.

But they were heroes though,
For even when she'd already lost hope for herself,
Her arms wounded,
They never stopped picking her up.

They never pushed her down the ditch,
Never thought of retracting the ropes pulling her up,
Thy didn't fail,
Not at all.

They'd made her smile, 
Wider than butterflies had,
Than anyone had,
And she's grateful she had met them.

She wonder if at her this war she'd be alive,
If after this mess they'd be able to smile again,
Hold each other in each other's arms,
And I wonder who more would we lose.

Maybe one day,
When none of us runs away,
Maybe we'd be whole and we won't be picking at shards,
But we'll be picking stars, creating constellations.

And everyone would see,
That not all heroes have capes,
And not all heroes are whole and fixed,
Some of them are broken too. 

And there'd be someone to pick them up,
No matter how bad they see themselves as,
Someone would always see them as great,
For no man is an island even with all the differences we have.

And maybe when we look up the night sky,
Hand in hand,
We'll see finally a star covered sky,
With people's constellations right next to ours.

The hunter, Orion, Big Dipper,
Ursa Major, Capricorn, Aquarius,
And we'll see the smiles in our faces,
Because the once chained are now free