When the moonlight reaches my window at night,
I break down and start to cry.
It reminds me of when things weren't so bad.
When my life was filled to the brim with lies.
When all I had to do was color really bad.
Now a days I've seem to have forgotten,
How to enjoy the little things,
That I stand here idly watching.
I can't forgive myself for wrong actions done,
But neither can I forget about the lessons I've learned.
The moonlight causes these pains to surface,
each and every time I lay down for night.
It's not all that bad though,
No really it's fine,
Tortuous memories are just what I need to survive.