Why do I sit here in the shadows?
Wading by, just like the shallows of the ocean.
Paying no attention or notion.
And my heart beats every single second.
Except when I wish it didn't anymore.
I don't want anymore.
But still, days pass by.
Making me their victim.
I will die,
the plot will thicken.
In my eyes, there remains no trace of the stars.
Only scars.
Every step I take, it feels like I'm about to break.
I put on a fake smile,
I'm sitting pretty.
When you see me cry,
I don't want your pitty.
I have many reasons to live,
But I have reasons not to.
Yes, my life wasn't the worst, but it wasn't the best either.
Some times I don't know what to do,
They say to 'take a breather'.
I get jealous of the starry eyed people who have no scars.
They say "don't be selfish, people had it worse than you, so you can't be sad" so you hide your tears and fake a smile.
But people don't say "Don't be selfish, people had it better than you, so stop being so happy, and go change your life style".
People don't ponder,
Don't wander.
Don't ever ask why he's alive no longer.
His family says he a dishonor.
He's a goner.
Razor blades in drawers.
People praying on all fours.
The stars are disappearing, there are less now.
Soon there will only a blank sky, will the last few take a bow.
Now there are no more stars only scars.
Where did you go to?
I didn't know you.
But I'd of liked to.
But it's to late now.
Now all that's left of you are scars,
If only we had noticed the stars.