Sometimes I wish I could hug the moon.
Because people don't feel good enough anymore.
I feel ashamed about being a person.
Is that even possible?
I want to give the moon a hug.
Or maybe alter my mind with a drug
I'm tired of seeing the world through this overthinking lens
I somehow drift apart from all of my friends
And fall asleep after talking to the sky about it all
I don't know why I talk to her, it's like talking to a brick wall
But at least I can talk to her and not get attached
Because she's also on her own every night; she's learnt how to detach
From the ones far away, in a place that's so big and empty
Well it's not that empty actually, she's surrounded by millions of stars
And tiny people and machines, who keep using her as a surface for scars
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