i lay on my bed at night and i stare up at those little plastic stars on my celing

i see you in them
                    i see me in them

you shine so bright and you are the light i look towards

                     but i am recyclable plastic

i tell myself that you dont need me anymore, that you have them now.
       i am so angry that you left me
well you didnt actually, but i feels like it
     these impaired chemicals in my brain make my emotions overexaggerated
       im trying to be happy but i cant let it go
you dont mention me                        
in your posts anymore
                                            im sorry
                                          i love you