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Nighttime Sky

I can see the moon
Through my teary eyes,
And I wish I was up there,
Looking down.

How different would
The world look
If I was standing above it,
Rather than buried beneath it?

It’s only half full,
But every star seems to be out
It looks so beautiful up there 
Compared to the ugliness down here

Music in the background
Makes me cry some more
I’m filled with anger
And I wish I could stop it now

I hate the world
I almost wish it never existed
But then I’d never be able to enjoy
The beauty of the moon

It looks so small from 
My bedroom window.
My bleary eyes cannot even 
comprehend 
how large it must actually be.