It’s silent,

So silent.

The wind blows

And leaves rustle,

But they are unseen.

It is too dark.

The stars shine,

So bright,

Radiant.

They are much the opposite;

The leaves are noticeable

In the day,

While the stars shine

At night.

You can’t always have both.

And it’s so dark,

So terrifying,

And you can’t think straight,

Can’t think at all.

It was once good,

Once shiny,

Now it is nothing,

Just blackness.

You are so unbelievably alone

When the sun falls.

You realize

How little you mean

In the big scheme of things.

You are but one

Star in the sky,

Unsee during the day,

Hardly ever seen at night.

It’s dark and scary

And nobody cares enough.

Some things must always shine,

But you are not one of those things.

It’s dark here

And sometimes cold.

There is little comfort

In the silence.

You cannot see,

Nor be seen.