Tonight is a heavy night
and I can see the moon looking over me so I know I'm not completely alone.

It's the first night in a long while where it isn't lighting up like usual and I'm listening to sad songs.

I'm tempted to sleep it away until therapy in the morning but what's the point? It'll be there in the morning, a dead phone with 0 notifications.

Now, the moon is my only friend. He'll always be there for me even though I can't always see him but I know he's there.

When I can't see the moon, he'll send his friends, the stars rather, to keep me company to hopefully attempt to keep the sadness away.

Right now, I have to say thank you and goodnight, moon because I'm not strong tonight.