Supernova

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The loneliest stars in the universe are always the ones that shine the brightest.

The hidden truths behind their glow,

How easy it could've been to be sucked into the darkness and return as something distorted and disfigured.

So unrecognizable you don't even know what it was before it left.

Supernovas are portrayed as these amazing, beautiful bursting stars born from the ashes of it's old self.

Like a Phoenix it returns stronger then before. But it dies quicker then the last.

A supernova is anything but beautiful, their stars burning out so fast they collapse in on themselves.

Until the pressure becomes to much and they combust.

A supernova is a ticking time bomb waiting to explode and lash out at everyone around them.

I can relate to a supernova in many ways.

I'm rapidly closing in on myself and shutting the world out, isolating the broken and damaged parts from others.

So when I finally break they won't even know when it had started to fall apart to begin with.

I hide from the people around me and keep my struggles to myself alone, no one there to know or help.

Maybe one day I'll finally burst from the weight I've kept on my shoulders for so long...

Scattered around myself for the world see; the mangled and flawed parts that makes up me.

Or maybe I'll continue to live like this until I die, when ever that day may be...

Who really knows? Well no one really, but myself and that right their is the problem in of itself.

-Kirsten

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