The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl

Poem #42 (a sonnet)

                           Guiding Stars
When it gets dark I take my leave
I am alone with the guiding stars at last
I go outside to be myself and to breathe
And to forget my treacherous past

The beautiful stars help me to forget
How sad and empty life has been
I've done so many things I now regret
Though, over the years the stars purge me of my sins

I lay outside all night, wondering
If there has ever been something so beautiful
I sit there by myself, pondering
About the stars, their beauty indisputable

I adore the stars as if they were my own
Finally, I stumble back home, mind blown