The moon is my new best friend, in his light I can not hide, from the pain I feel has gotten trapped inside.
In his light I lie down on my side, trying to hide, trying not to cry.
The cold creeps up on me, making me shiver, keeping me from slipping into dreams.
The taste of tears reach my lips, my heart I feel skips a beat.
No words can reach my ears, I'm slipping on to the cold floor beneath me.
I'm hoping, praying no one will see me, and if they do just let me be, for here in this moment of pain and truth, I finely feel free.
