Every night the moon sings
The story of a girl
Who dares to walked alone
Along the edges of her mind
The ragged broken thoughts
Jutting out like sharp knives
Ready to slice her consciousness
Into halves and throw her
Down to the depths
Of the maddening insanity
That is anxiety
Every night the moon laments
The tale of loss
Of a girl who finds loneliness
In the company of many
Who walks on a path
More ragged than most
Who carries the weight of her choices
On her shoulder like
A wet sack of cotton getting heavier
With each step she takes
In the frigid coldness of the world
That alienated her difference
Every night the moon cries
Over the fallen form
Of a girl who sits defeated
Amidst the ruins of her own creation
The haunted emptiness
Of doubts and voices
Of incessant downpour of hushed cries
And the lingering lies
That she feeds herself
The night is silent there
The stillness of a broken human more so
The moon sings though
Every night
The story of a lone girl who dared
To defy the odds