Moon

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Moon


The moon has become my dearest friend,

She's there for me after every day ends.

She sees my smiles and she hears my cries,

She's the only one that sees me when my pride subsides.

I talk to her sometimes,

She makes me feel light.

I tell her I don't want to be alive,

I tell her how much I hate my skin and everything that lies on the outside and within.

I tell her about my mind and all the horrible things that goes on inside.

I tell her about the voices I hear,

I tell her the world isn't fair.

I show her my soul,

I tell her the world is cold,

So, she should be glad she's far away from here.

I tell her that when I die,

I'll be right by her side,

So, we can sing heartbroken children sweet lullabies,

Every night.





TionaH🦋

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