Moon
At night the moon shines
You lay there so upset
About what the girls at
School said about you
Well no one seems to
Care as you write on
Your skin with silver
And it comes off red
No one will miss you
Will they? You wonder
You decided they wont
So you grab paper, writing
Soon you stop and grab
The silver from the desk
You run it on your wrists
As you cry, then you're gone
Well now it's time for the
Moon to shine, you're gone
Your job is done now, it is the
Moon's time to shine, not
Yours
Copyright © Amber Henderson | Year Posted 2019
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