Stars

I felt this way before,
A very long time ago,
It made such an impact,
Suddenly the stars didn't shine,
It was just there to be watched,
By people or other creatures that could bear to look at it,
That could bear the silent screeching noises of emptiness,
The stars were just like me.

If i could capture a shot of the stars,
You would not see them in the pictures,
They hide from the eyes of those who would pity them,
Even a flash of light, could not make them bright,
Could not help to cheer the spaces in between,
They were just too broken to shine,
The stars were like this heart of mine.

And if you see the star at night,
It's as if it's angles and edges we're torn,
It's starting to weep like a withering plant,
With no shine, comes nothing to support it's stature,
No creature bear the sight of the starts with no lights,
It was a pathetic scene,
The stars were like me, indeed.