• Starry skies, moon shining bright;
    please hear my gentle pleas.
    Hurt and scorn, my heart is torn.
    My pain brings me to my knees.
    Who knew it would hurt this much,
    the sting still remaining.
    Yet I stay ever quiet,
    without a word of complaining.
    I keep my pain to myself,
    so no one will worry.
    Not that anyone wants to hear it,
    because they're in such a hurry.
    I tried telling someone once,
    but they didn't care.
    They just got up and left,
    like I wasn't even there.
    So here I am now,
    my face lined with tears.
    I sit all alone by myself,
    shunned by my peers.
    Now please if I may,
    let me ask one favor.
    Please end this pain,
    and make my life something to savor.