Maybe,
He Actually Loves,
Me

Or* Maybe,
He **Doesn't

Does the moon look down
At us humans
And shed a tear because
We are always writing about
How she shines
And not her being or
How she resides in the sky?
It's similar to a story about
A girl with a pretty face
We always hear about her lovely
Angles
Her lovely eyes
And how lovely her face shines
But we don't look into her
We are blind to her way of life
She wants us to notice her soul
But it's floating away
Towards the moon
And they can cry
Together.

Last night she reached
the point of no-return
it's understandable
she's had enough
about every tiny thing
was wrong about her life
she just couldn't take it
anymore.
She tried to call her friends
nobody answered
why would they even bother?
She had a fight with her mother
she ended up crying
running to her room
locking herlsef inside
and for sure at that moment
she collapsed on her bed
tears streaming down her face
you can't imagine
how much like a prison it felt.
And just like usual
she thought about her first love
loved and lost
it made everything worse.
Then she remembered the people
who had left her behind
she thought about her father
and how much they hated each other
she thought about her grandparents
who can't even remember her name
she thought about her best friend
but didn't want to talk about it
and just like usual,
she thought of her lost love again
and again
and she cried because she knew
she would never see her again.

Then she thought
"****, if only I had a gun."