I wish upon a shooting star,
That this pain won't go too far.

I look misplaced.

For I don't see,
We are the same.

We are unique,
in our own way.

But we are all wilting in the same way,
Slowly,
Surely,
Shamefully,
And soon completely gone.

You may be older, but
your immaturity says you're the younger one.

I may be younger, but
I've lived long enough to know whats right.

You may be older, but
your stories show that you haven't learned a thing.

I may be a child, but
I do not judge by appearance.

You may be the adult, but
you only show the goals you've reached.

I may be a teenager, but
I am lead by the unreachable.

You may be older, but
I am not a child.

Another day she will not see.
As she left an unknown legacy,
she left a mark
upon the center of our heart.
She shall never be forgotten,
for that was all she ever wanted.
The reason she left so soon,
will never be known to me or to you.
But she will forever remain,
because she did not go in vain.

Alone I lie awake,
sitting in an empty room.
Another long night.