Am I a lonely planet?

The moon is my only friend.

The night is quiet

And my memories loud

My first shoelaces tied at the age of four

And my path unclear at twenty six

The present everchanging

The future an illusion

Still in a dark cocoon, and I’m scared.

Like a storm in Hawaii

People just passing me by.

Time is a concept and a bomb

The months roll by

And I’m still in the same bed

Just different sheets every week.

Tell me a secret I’ll never believe

Tell me I could be beautiful and happy

Tell me I will save all the orphans

that need saving

Tell me life is worth living

And I will believe you for a second

Before the valves of my heart

starts to process the cycle of grief

Tell me I mean something.

I need to start believing in the books I read.

Authors don’t know me,

But to them I weep.

I’ve lived so many lives I can’t count.

Should I keep going, oh crescent moon?

The only thing constant is my breathing

But how do I keep on living?