Young Writers Society

Look at the stars. Why are they still here?
Too far away to matter, hello, hello, hello?
I won’t need to dream again, I fear.
If you hate me, can you hear me? Close my eyes. Lay low.

You’re not real. You never will be.
And I’m the only one who sees right through.
I’ll cling to you; I swear, you can fix me.
Or safe in the dark, should I fix you?

You live forever, for my scalding night.
Burning dreams, until there’s no one left to send.
I know I’m insignificant, resonating in your light.
A scientific flaw, when will I rise to meet my end?

Don’t be afraid.
Be surreal and immortal and tread softly.
Life is a dream.
Just remember me, please. I sent you this. I made this happen.
Live your whole life all alone and blame it on me, blame it on me, blame it on me.