Elucidating Questions

To the stars,

Because nothing ever goes to plan and the pain just flows on.

If I feel I feel it and nothing else.

Because there’s no one here I can count on.

Not one who I would feel comfortable with who feels comfortable with me.

To the lights I can count on

The bear, the boy, the assassin, it goes on and then comes back

To the watchers who are harder to count on, but there all the same.

Why bother it doesn’t matter if I wish on a plane.

Oh it is is it?

How unlucky.

The bruises never showed on my neck so it didn’t happen I guess.

One says say what you feel.

Then everyone else says stop.

Guess who is listening to the thoughts as they fall and I’m all alone trying to get through it trying to fight with myself to stay alive

Or. Not I don’t know anymore I’m trying so hard.

So I go away.

The stars look like an hour glass.

It makes it quiet as I try to draw patterns in the sky.

Hoping they’ll leave me alone so I can finally be free…