They say stars take years and years to burn out,
years and years to disappear,
but if that's true,
why did my star go so quickly?
I thought it was meant to lighten my sky,
it illuminated my life,
and just like that,
it's gone.
You're gone.
You left me here,
at the first hurdle, you ran.
I know I'm difficult,
an understatement I guess,
but all I can do is hope,
hope my star is just hiding,
hiding behind the clouds,
hope that soon,
it will reappear,
soon it will shine once again,
hope my star will come back to me,
hope you will come back to me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My life with mental illnesses..
Non-FictionSo this is kind of just going to be a story about my life with depression, anxiety, bulimia, bpd traits, self harm & suicide attempts...a way to get out how im feeling & the stuff ive been through. There will be some quotes as well..
