Some nights, I look at the moon hoping that we're both looking at it. So that, even with just through it we will have a connection only I and the moon will ever know.
Some days, I ask myself where did I go wrong? Why did I end up alone?
Some nights, I lay down on my bed. Allowing my thoughts consume me that always result to me crying myself to sleep.
Some days, I act like nothing happened. Smiles, laughs and get along with my friends. That's why they don't notice the pain carved in my eyes.
And some nights, I lose my own battle. Battle between me and my demons...
And you can count this night to those nights.
