DeathKitty
Miserable
- Apr 11, 2024
- 25
Here I sit, staring at the stars.
I am wondering to myself - why can't I be one of them?
Shining bright and genuine through life's hinders.
Why can't I be a star?
Why must I be the dead star? Why am I the one who's dead yet I still shine. Putting on a facade for the stars around me.
This feeling consumes me from head to toe, will it always be like this? I ask myself.
Why can't I be a star?
Why am I the one left here to starve? Feeding off of the empty I'm left here all alone.
As I look at the sky I slowly wonder to myslef again:
Why can't I be a star?
I am wondering to myself - why can't I be one of them?
Shining bright and genuine through life's hinders.
Why can't I be a star?
Why must I be the dead star? Why am I the one who's dead yet I still shine. Putting on a facade for the stars around me.
This feeling consumes me from head to toe, will it always be like this? I ask myself.
Why can't I be a star?
Why am I the one left here to starve? Feeding off of the empty I'm left here all alone.
As I look at the sky I slowly wonder to myslef again:
Why can't I be a star?