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