𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜

Red Stars

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I threw a glass at the wall,

as my vision turned black.

I knew it was wrong,

but I couldn’t turn back.

It shattered to pieces,

like stars on the ground.

That’s when I knew,

Heaven wasn’t up,

and it wasn’t down.

I stepped on the glass on my way out,

running through the woods, wishing I could shout.

Red stars followed my feet painting on the ground.

I followed them back, hoping I could turn around.

I picked up the glass, and threw it all away.

I took care of my wounds,

careful not to delay.

How much more can I ignore,

as the wolves circle outside my door?