I woke up. I struggled to live the day. I went to school. I smiled. People believed. They believed a lie like a child believes all heroes exist. So this was the day. The day I dreaded to see. The day I was hoping never existed as if the sun didn't want to wake up. The moon was just....gone, it vanished into the air the unseeing air that fills my lungs with great pain. the air scratches my lungs like a cat scratching the tree. the pain that keeps growing until its numb. I know it's still there, hurting but I just get use to it. this is the day I hated to know now that it existed, and that I have lived it. The moon decided to come back and I fall into a deep sleep. I hope that it's all over... the day. I pray that "the day" wont come again.
~B~
