We are singular stars in a galaxy.
Specks of dust clogging up a jar.
Grains of sand flocking to the ocean bay.
One person by night, and another by day.

We are just one person in this world,
so we always will question if we matter.
One in 8 billion, just a simple civilian.

We all believe we don’t matter,
but someone will be sad if you passed.
To someone in this world you matter.
You matter to someone, no matter how much, you read this and say, but I don’t.

Every star helps make the galaxy.
Every speck fills the jar.
Every grain helps hold together the beach.
Every person matters, no matter what time of day.

Love yourself.
Your not alone.
If no one else in this world loves you,
ill promise to, even from the above.