Moon and Depression
I want a moon But I'm not a kid with rocket I just sit by the window Talking to my own shadow I want the moon But I'm just a kid without wings All I have is a broken swing Forced to keep and keep going I want the moon to save me alive But I don't even get its light It's dark, oh it's dark here Feel like I slowly disappear I burst out tonight Shattered by the fight Turning into a knight Tragic, in grief, and lost of sight Blind in a life mystery Wondering where place that I could be But I want the moon Does it always want me too? poem & painting by putri
