I want to go ,
And run away,
But a part of me know,
It's not okay,
I need to stand,
And fight and say,

That day I slept
In a dark night,
Which had Little trace ,
Of 'moon light',
The 'moon light' that tells me ,
That tomorrow may be a little bright,

But nothing improved,
And it happened again,
In Lew of something good,
A NIGHTMARE CAME,
Which told me the same STORY,
And highlighted the pain.

I cried and cried,
Behind the bathroom door,
With knees folded and head down,
Scratching the hard and wet floor,
But the tears did nothing,
But increased the pain even more.