Like a star.

There are billions of stars in the sky and yet stare at one and they'll seem so alone; for in reality, these stars are hundreds and thousands of light years apart.
Each of them shining in the velvet sky, making us earthlings wonder in awe of their beauty.
If one of these stars took the time to look at me, stand in the midst of a billion, I too would be alone.
I too would leave them in awe.
Like a star.
Hanging upon the unknown.
Always there yet not always seen.
Trying to give light to those who needs it.
Hoping to shine.
Wanting to make wishes come true.
But the thing is, stars don't feel,
they don't love,
they dont cry, not like I do.
Therefore their loneliness as they hung upon the nothingness would not compare to the loneliness a girl like me would feel.
They would not know how it would feel to stand in a crowd and yet feel so alone. They would not hurt the way I would when one day I lose my light and my existence becomes forgotten.
When I become a blackhole.
When I can no longer leave them in awe.
They would not feel the same disappointment in failure of making wishes come true. They would not have the same tears I cry everynight when I think about these things.