When I get high, I'm scared to fall
I fear my own existence
I overthink until I feel small
But so are stars from a distance
When I am happy, I try to shine
But I'm too scared to be seen
I am no star, I'm not divine
I'm like the cutout scene
I often sit and wonder why
Why living gave me all these scars
Me and life, we're like the sky
A graveyard full of stars
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
