Moonlight.

suicide stories, another poem.

Feeling the moonlight against his face,

He ran away from home, he didn't feel safe.

So now he hides in this lonely place.

Forever scared, forever afraid,

Of the fact, he might have to stay.

Polishing his knife,

He never ever thinks twice.

'Cause if he did, he'd never get it done,

And he knows that he's the least favorite son.

Nothing ever feels right,

So he cries through the night,

Holding his pillow tight,

And whispers a final goodbye,

As his eyes close in the moonlight.