Starry Sky

Trigger warning: mention of suicide

I look up at the starry sky,

Wondering if they're all people who fly.

I want to be with them but am unsure when.

I want it now, with the way things have been.

Looking at the starry sky,

All I think is, "Why?"

Why can't I be there too.

I want to feel something, other than blue.

Soon I'll be in the starry sky,

No one to care why.

There is impending doom,

But with it, no gloom.

For anyone who may be worried, I am only having passive suicidal thoughts. That is, I won't actually do anything.