It would take a million years to count all the stars,
And I've been counting them for 18 years.
I ran away from everything and lost them all--
Now alone in the darkness.
Silent,
Weightless,
Free falling,
Lost, alone, scared.
I released my grip on reality,
Letting go of the only thing holding me to the ground.

My sadness is introverted,
My smile is fake,
The second I turned away
You couldn't see the wet glitter
Littering my cheek.