She sat in a room all alone,
admiring the stars that laid out in display.
They shone like diamonds on a crystal throne,
still remembering them though they vanished by day.

Since there was only a window and one door,
and since the door was locked by key,
she always wanted to see more
and was never able to leave.

Thinking those stars were the only friends she had,
a tear rolled down her cheek.
She used to speak to them when things were going bad,
yet she never felt strong and remained weak.

Even though she knew that they would never open again,
she sealed her eyes shut as she decided to keep them that way.
Knowing she couldn’t go back every now and then,
her vision grew black and and a dark shade of grey.

Those stars out she listened to were little voices,
directing her, telling her what to do.
For that they had never given her many choices,
but to slash her veins all the way through.

Maybe her room wasn’t a plain room with door quite shut,
or just a room where in the corner, she was curled.
It was her own little place in which she locked herself up,
only to avoid messed-up society and the world.