Secrets in the
stars
In the middle of the night, I awoke,
It wasn’t a noise, or a movement that awoke
me,
But my own sorrow, and unhappiness,
I dare not look at the clock,
But stare out the window,
And look at the stars,
Sometimes, in the middle of the night,
The stars will talk to you,
Tell you secrets, and stories of the past,
But tonight, I didn’t want to think, just
listen,
They told me a story of a kingdom, in the sky,
A palace of sorts, beautiful and wondrous,
You can fly away there, if things go awry,
But you can never come back,
They asked me if I wanted to fly away there,
If my pain was so bad, that my life was not
worth living anymore,
And I didn’t respond, I had to think,
Was I really as sad, and unhappy as I think I
am?
The stars kept whispering,
Come, come with us, and join us,
So I did,
But I instantly regretted it,
They swept me out of my bed,
And a flash of light came out of nowhere,
And the next thing I knew, I was a in the sky,
Looking down on the earth,
Now I too was a star,
And I finally realized, why the stars in the
sky are there,
They were once like me, sad and unhappy,
But now they are bright, and shiny,
And they are now forced to be happy.
But now they are bright, and shiny, And they are now forced to be happy. I love what this speaks about suicide: you believe you are gonna go away somewhere where you can finally be happy, but really is it happy? Or is it just a facade where you are forced to pretend? In that case what's the point? Once again the imagery at the beginning and how you've constructed the story really works and I find it easily relateable.
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