When did the light disappear. The stars in my eyes?
Was it when I was searching for approval from someone that wouldn't give it?
Was it the extreme attempts at holding onto a frayed rope?
Was it the loss of the only family I feel I had?
Was it when I was love bombed, pressured into giving my body to someone who just wanted to use me?
Was it when I realized I was a monster, no matter how many faces I pulled out of my bag?
Was it the loss of my self, the fears of finding a new me? A real me?
Was it each failure I accumulated? The pressure of success, of improvement and accomplishing dreams?

I just wanted to be loved. I just wanted to succeed. I don't remember the last time the stars were there anymore.
I don't know where they went. I just feel this emptiness. Every day I just give up more of myself to this pit.
And every day, I wonder when the last star I can't see inside myself will become a supernova.
I would be a beautiful last light. Like a gentle explosion embracing you with a softness and warmth unmatched.
Grief would settle. People would move on, just as the world spins when a star goes out.

I don't think anyone would miss me. Just remembered how far I've fallen.