shooting stars

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Being depressed can go both ways.



Every beginning starts with an end.

So they say to me profoundly, in a way.

Giving back the time I could‘ve spent.

Becoming free from the debts I‘ll have left.




Looked forward to new hights in my gaze

Aimed for stars climbing on lightnings

left the crowd, embracing for brightness.

Planned first steps to never be frightened.

Ever. Again so much ambition. Listing the vices.

Villains now making my falling incessant...


Saying their names while drowning in silence.

Counting their laughs, piecing while mindless.

Together, wherever, whenever, stable as metal

staying all times the best girl-friends for ever

hearing their promises sapped my endeavors

but little they know it enhanced my attention.

Working productive to focus resentment

In the end wondering „what is even friendship?“

Loading the gun. Showing my parents.

Cleaning my Jacket, not regretting my actions

Taking deep breaths, now wondering what‘s next.

Becoming good boy. Making mom proud.


„I‘m going to school.

Showing friends my shootings stars now.“

Submitted: November 07, 2020

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