So like me.
A distant star.
Once shined so bright.
But now it's hidden.
By the dark of night.
Its edges rigid.
And badly worn.
Its glowing layer.
Was badly torn.
The other stars.
Show this one up.
Because it's old, and torn, and rigid.
And running out of luck.
It is so ironic.
You can totally see.
This tale is sad 'cause.
That star's like me.
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Scars and Smiles (poetry about depression)
Poetry*A handful of poems that I wrote about suicide/self harm/disorders. Feel free to comment, vote, add, share and even mail me!* Ongoing Series. Enjoy.
