My moon child,
my fragile source of light.
Alone in dark you look devine.

You've missed another chance to fight.
Oh gravity just treat her right!

Her mind a field of past regrets
she burned her skin with cigarettes.

I only wish to she her smile,
but she've long lost her will to try.

One day she is full and then she fades.
Her sufferings to world she blames.

© ladycockroach
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