i hate that people say the stars "come out" at night.
what if they just hide throughout the day in fright?
these small little pinpricks light years away
are completely invisible during the day.
the sun comes out and it is blinding
the stars we look for, never finding.
it commands the entire sky
while lesser lights fizzle and die.
we take no note of dying stars
but if the light would cease from ours
we'd panic if not to escape
the void of darkness like a cape.
sometimes i feel so invisible
compared to others, forgettable.
if i were to soon go out,
i find myself without a doubt
that no one near or far would care
that i was gone, replaced by air.
like an unwanted rain brought after the mist
things would be better if i didn't exist.
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sad boi hours
Puisi~Trigger Warning: these poems contain somewhat graphic descriptions of mental health, s3lf-h@rm, e@ting d!sorders, su!cide and other topics that could potentially be upsetting. Poetry is one of my coping skills and a positive release for my emotion...
