Broken.
Frozen by her fears.
She stares into the sky and waits to see something to set her free.
Her own father has left now.
No stability in her life.
She stares into the sky because the stars have never let her down.
A beauty, so rich and so pure, she only hopes to be seen by someone, someday, as their own precious star.
She sees herself as nothing but a black hole.
Her tears fall and disappear, leaving a dark mark on her sleeve like the scars underneath on her wrist.
Her pain over taking her strength, introspective and introverted as she hides behind glassy eyes as she stares into the sky for help.