Lost star

Everybody leaves. That's an awful truth. But even so, it's one of the certainties we have in life. Everybody fucking leaves. Sooner or later. By choice or need. Everybody just goes away at some point.

And when they do, what do we have left? Shares of a past. Shares of love. Hate. Disappointment. Sorrow. Nothing. Sometimes, everything. 

What I know is that, when someone just goes, it's because they're not so interested anymore. So, why go after people that don't want us around? Why go after people that think we're just not worth it? 

'Cause we're fools. 'Cause we need approval. 'Cause we need to be loved.

But we shouldn't have to beg for love, it should be for free, ya know?! It's one of the greatest things in the world, if not the greatest, so why does it come with so many rules? Why can't people just share love around not caring about the rest?

It's a pity. It's trully a pity. 

Sometimes it hurts feeling like that in a world where nobody does the same. People are so self-centered that they can't see the pain in others, they can't let it go from mistakes, they can't just understand that we're just humans and we still have so much to evolve.

We're so used to the mess our lives had become and, at the end of the day, when we put our heads on our pillows and we're all alone and the only thing we can think about it's our mistakes, at this very moment, the world feels so big and we feel so small and we realize we're never gonna make any difference anywhere, 'cause we're meant to be alone. We were born alone, we live alone and we're gonna die alone. That's the truth. 

Just tired, ya know. Tired of being everybody's safe heaven while I'm just drifting in the middle of the ocean with only the stars to guide me through life. And then I realize that they're up there, all alone, and they shine the brightest. Maybe I'm just a lost star...

G. Martini