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A Speck of Stardust Lost to the Wind

May 4, 2021
By imthemaskedwriter SILVER, Halifax, Pennsylvania
imthemaskedwriter SILVER, Halifax, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"They read books as one breathes air. To fill up and live."


Have you ever thought you knew someone?

Their darkest secrets

all the way to their bones?

Then they said something

you didn't think they'd say 

and it turns you inside-out?

 

You feel all dark already,

but now you're even more so

plethoras of days on end.

And no one notices 

that you're not feeling okay

they keep pushing and pulling you apart

with mean words they sarcastically say

In a teasing way?

And you just want to cry 

 

Can't they hear the sigh in my voice?

The tiredness

under my eyes?

The eyes that are also red-rimmed

from unfallen tears?

I wouldn't have cared 

if she just hadn't figured out my clues

I would've thought it was cute.

What hurt me was

she already knew

yet she feigned ignorance

and kept flirting

making me think

there was hope 

that's what made me mad

and sad

and lonely

for if a girl so wonderful 

coould do something so spiteful

to someone already

so filled with dark thoughts

who gave her heart

to someone who handed it back

full of splinters

made me think

why?

 

Why must the world

keep beating back against me

haven't I faced my demons enough times?

I just want a break from it all.

 

I had showed my tru self,

something I rarely do,

to a girl I liked

but

don't

know

why 

thought

she 

liked

me 

too.

Haven't 

learned?

 

There wil never be a place for me

the Outcast

Queer

Smart 

Reading

Depressed

Angry

Misunderstood

Messed-up

me.

 

My walls are slowly closing in

I'm out, so why does it feel

like I'm in a closet?

Or a room

padding lining the encloser.

 

Just one step to freedom

to leave this cage forever

but I always falter

always fall.

 

The stroemisn't over

it's only just begun

and everythings in shades of gray

no colors left

dark only darker.

 

Any spark i'm given

quickly snuffed out

Those words you've told me a hundred times?

I've told myself a thousand.

 

I promised I'd never cry

in front of someone else

but you saw

and you only brought questions

questions I don't have answers for yet.

 

Don't follow me

you'll only get sucked into my whirpool of spiraling thoughts

which leads to the darkest lands

and I wouldn't want you to do that for me.

 

Instead,

let me go

I'm one in seven million

I'm no one

I never will be

I've chosen my path

Let me walk it alone

Another speck of stardust lost to the wind.


The author's comments:

This is for all of you out there who think you're just another speck of stardust lost to the wind. I know you've probably heard this a million times, but I'll say it again. Your story matters becaus you matter. This poem is about a girl who let her dark thoughts get the best of her when she finally lets teh world see her rainbow colors, and she gets rejected. She showed the girl she likes all parts of her, the ones she'd never shown anyone before. Let's call Poem Girl's crush N for now. Anyway, Poem Girl gets N to guess her crush, so she gives clues about her crush to N. Peom Girl thinks that N can't guess her crush, but when Poem Girl tells N that her crush is N, N first claims that she never knew, but she then sends Poem Girl a poem explaining that she did know and that she was sorry for leading her on, but Poem Girl's feelings wern't reciprocated. Poem Girl, already dealing with depression and the weight of not beloning with her slightly homphobic faimly who keeps pushing her to be hetero, dives into her depression further, always feeling upset and sad becuase she knows no one will ever love her. Not her parents, not anyone she ever crushes on, no one. Except, someone does try to get close. Let's call him E. E loves poem girl like a sister, and he tries to get close, but Poem Girl, to lost in her head and depression, pushes him away, afraid she'll hurt him too. Now there's a casm between everyone she loves, yet nothing can fill it. I made this poem for National Mental Health Month because I know what it feels like to be drowning in thoughts, yet no one can see. Please, reach out to someone. They will help you feel better. Happy National Mental Health Month. Peace out and keep writing!

-The Masked Writer


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