"That explains the color of the sky." I looked up. "It didn't change that much. Now it goes red from time to time."
Another statement I shouldn't have said.
"That's because of the shooting Stars." Lydia coughed, trying to defend her father's mistake...
All these cuts, All these bruises Are my scars. That won't fade. They are a reminder of my battles. The memories I can't erase. And I sit here on this hill and stare at these Stars Hoping they could take me with them, To start a new phase. I study all of them one by one. Because these are the fallen Stars. They are the people they've become. Now they're so far. Tears well up in my eyes, and I try to blink them away. I shouldn't be grieving over my losses, I am stronger than this. "But sometimes it's good to let it out," a voice says in my head. And so, I let the tears fall, let them fall with pain. Oh Stars, oh Stars, always remain. As I stare at the Stars, they seem to disappear
-My scars will turn to Stars by Inaya Sohail
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