"Reach for the stars" you said.
I stood on tip toe and felt the air close in on me.
I was reaching for oxygen as much as stars.
My eyes and my lungs needed more than I could get.
You sit on the moon, swinging your feet, laughing.
Tears fall from my eyes and you yell down at me
"If you were at the height I am, you could pass that off for rain."
I ran inside the abandoned building that used to be "home".
The peeling paint chipped and when I looked, it was under my fingernails.
I scrapped my way to the room at the very top.
I looked up at the small lightbulb and watched it flicker out.
The window was missing too, a tree branch reaching into the room.
I let it take me and knew it was time to end everything.
It set me down on the moon and I landed facedown, lifeless.
You walked over and kicked me in the ribs.
"Get up. Reach for the stars. Hurry up, your time's almost up."
You held my hand and helped me up but when I got to my feet you let go and my knees unhinged.
Can't you tell that I can't take it anymore?
And you grabbed my lifeless hand and tried to help me grasp a star.
A small, glowing one landed on my fingertips and you guided it into my eye.
All of a sudden I could breathe.
I looked at you and you smiled.
Then you said coldly
"I told you to hurry. Who could love someone like you? You're worthless."
You pulled the star out and threw it back into the air.