The bleeding loneliness.
“The moon is the friend for the lonesome to talk to.” ― Carl Sandburg Hey Moon, My old friend. I guess you're the only true friend I am left with. And I can see you too all alone, just like me. Don't worry, don't hide behind those trees, don't hide behind those clouds too. They're going to leave you all alone soon. Come to me. I'll sit next to you. I'll listen to all the stories you've got. I am not going to complain about anything, I promise! I am not going to judge you for the scars you've got, for the heartbroken you've felt, for the lonely nights you've spent! See, my friend, you're much like me only. We've got so many things in common. I can feel your pain. Come to me. No regrets, no heartbreaks, no complaints tonight. Just two lonely friends sitting next to each other, not saying a word but still listening to everything, still understanding everything. No more sorrow tonight. Just two happy frie