Brightest Star
I sit in the tatters........ Rags that were once whole
I count the pieces of my broken withered soul
Crumbled are my hopes and battered are my dreams
Tripping as i stumble ripped at the seams
Like a wilted flower that never can be fixed
Like the twigs you step on i am a pile of broken sticks
Never will the cracks fade that have been left behind
No i am nothing special and i am not one of a kind
To you i may seem grounded and joyful as i smile
But underneath my mask i am broken tile
I have stopped ticking, no longer do i run
I stand defeated my song already sung
I have wished and wished upon the brightest stars
But yet i stand here with nothing but my scars
I no longer cry as my tears have helped none
But ill continue standing until one day i to see the sun
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