i screamed at the stars
and cried in the rain,
breaking my nails
as i tried to claw the broken thing out
of my chest.
but it didn't do any good.
it never will
because the broken isn't in me.
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
