Vent To The Stars
Jealous of the shining stars in the galaxy;
A beaten comet with a tail of tears
How come no other star is lonely?
I see them all dancing with peers
No other where to say it but here. Wish the day passes by
Wish I just fall asleep. Unbreakable boring theme
Hands on cheeks; miserable sorry being
Unpleasantly clear; unworthy of belief
Kids having fun as if pleasure was real
Incessant extremes my soul should leave
Restless past, harrowing peace;
Abraded flashbacks, relentless fears
Compulsive erratic epileptic writings! Anonymous dear!
In a public site for no one to read
Faking a smile trying to heal. Trying to dance with insides that bleed
Vents disattached in means
Dear life’s missing piece
Filled in , signed with scars and sears
Tricks to keep my brain empty, while my heart secretly feels
I remember crying when you called me ugly.
Scratches burning under my cover sheet.
Nights lasting eternally, weeping for my unmet human needs.
Nights of solitude and misery.
Dear brain please remove my memory
I’m dying to let every abuse unveiled
Replace them with the days spent with me
Waiting a daystar to turn into lunar beams
My time is slowing down, heartlessly
I’m back writing more, then wait nothing to receive
Light as our existence’s constant speed
Distant skies may eventually hear
My comet’s prayers that an end is near