Nights are a time for people to rest and catch up on sleep
But they aren't like that for me.
They became my only time to breath..
I look up at the moon she shines bright and she has her daughters with her. They  aren't as illuminating as her  but they are beautiful.
Every star a life. They watched me every night
watched as tear drops became blood drips. They never judged they Stayed and tried to illuminate  the sky. The moon is my mother and the stars are my sisters. They showed compassion and stayed when no one else did. The scars on my heart became deeper but so did the ones on my body. They didn't judge they watched in silence and listened to my crying. They illuminated the sharp razor edge and watched as it cut through a new patch of smooth skin. The razor glided through without hesitation. He also became my friend. Helped me deal with pain. I wish it wasn't like this but they were the only ones that stayed the only ones that helped ease the pain. Stayed with me at my worse