I was born on November 20th 2001.
The stars in the sky tell me i’m crazy and sometimes I think they’re right.
Because when people get too close I push them away and I need the piano to cry.
I imagine everything in my head but nothing seems to go how I want it.
Nothing makes sense until I write it on paper and even then I can’t articulate my own thoughts.
I hate running but I can’t stop running from what I feel.
I always fall for the ones who never love me back.
I write songs and poems about you and even the ones that aren’t about you are still about you.
I have planets in my head that I escape too and sometimes I imagine myself flying through space.
I envy the stars and all the worries they don’t have.
In my dreams I cry and let the world fill with tears,
and although i’d never admit it they aren’t all from laughing too hard.
I’m afraid of the dark and everything else I can’t see.
And still I wonder how the stars seem to know me so well. How this constellation determines who i’ll be.
Because i’m scared i’ll be just as useless as a galaxy full of all the same stars.
I’m scared i’ll be stuck between these mountains forever,
that i’ll never be someones sun.
I’m afraid to open this spaceship.
Because maybe all this emptiness makes it’s harder to breathe.
This Stars no longer shining and I’m getting pulled too fast,
Why won’t you let me go?