Stars

Its the same story every time,

I have stars on my skin that I want to put out, 

My eyes have been dry for too long.

My mind is trying to drown me

and I'm letting it.

Its the same story every time.

Its me in my room, staring at my ceiling and imagining how it would feel to be happy all the time.

To not feel like every breath in is painful.

Why can’t I be happy with the stars on my skin,

I want to drown them.