Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

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I am looking up at stars and the moon seems way too far and right below me are the trees, I'm in the roof, on my knees. Please forgive me, what I've done I feel paralyzed by everyone, the crickets in my ear are making sounds closer than they appear, and there is the moon above my face making my eyes glow from outer space, illuminate.
This is the setting for a perfect date or a confession, both have a plate and I'm sure I'm all but late and now im just waiting for one of the 3 fates to decide if I'm great, I'm not. I shake.
The lake of tears I have cried and put my fears upon the ground, the sky and the mound, and now that I'm out sniffing for blood like a hound the only thing I hear is the coyotes that are near.
If I died right here and now, someway or somehow I wouldn't even care. The night sky is all I want and all I need the fresh breeze is all I ever want to breathe.