The moon, he's my friend,
Watching me wander cluelessly,
Sometimes, I tell him my worries,
Often, they get testy,
But he never leaves me abandoned,
He's always there, glowing, somberly,
And he smiles at me because he can see my future,
Even when the sun shines, he's there, watching me, hopeful for me,
I sing to him, he listens to me,
I wish I could hug him sometimes,
Because he affects me, like the tides in the endless blue sea.
The moon, he's my friend,
and I, am grateful, and he reminds me to be happy.

They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.