As The Sun Rises

As I sit, curled up on my bed,
I gaze up at the silver moon as she frowns down upon me,
she sees me emotions in ways no one ever could:
my endless fear and paranoia;
I silently allow my tears to fall,
as I count the Jewelled stars; 8 hours left,
my music plays quietly and I mime the words,
trying to distract myself from the truth I know.

I am not alone in this house, but I feel so hidden,
no one can possibly understand this desire;
just one more cut, one more sting, one more drop of blood,
just one more minute, please?
The darkness's warm breeze dances with my curtains,
flowing over to me and stroking my cheek, telling me to be strong;
I am sick of fighting, sick of crying,
wen will it be my turn to finally be happy?

The crumpled bed sheets lay at the end of my bed,
I mutter words of comfort to myself as the stars fade,
the deathly silence surrounds me as I switch the music off;
just half an hour left... be strong.
I press myself up against the solid wall,
my watery, foggy eyes closed so that I do not have to see it;
I feel the heat move up my face, another day of pain dawns,
I let out a delicate gasp as it begins; as the sun rises.

© Gurdy x (GoddessOfWings)