Stars

i look across the sky i lean back too look up high then i stop and wonder why how could the stars be so bright when every thing just isnt right they have that one last bit of hope while i hang here from a rope its hard to stay from the past when the thought are just so vast i die a little every day but careful to hide my dismay i was told poetry frees the soul thats what i guess to be my unreactable goal so here i sit and spill my heart thinking twice about every mark scared to just make a smuge scared that i may be juged so i let myself make this post hoping no hate at the most well this is all i have to say i guess ill go my own way untill it call for another day