So many days bear witness

to my madness,

to my silence,

before the boy I like.

So many days bear witness

to my loneliness

when I was feeling low

and no one would show.

The night has seen

each scratch of pain,

every tear I've cried

while it quietly remained.

The moon up high

is calm and serene,

while all around it changes

and a thousand screams can be seen.

The stars witness the birth

of a thousand verses,

and like vomit in each one,

my feelings disperse.

The sun shines above,

creating a desert

in my life every day,

not even in an oasis can I stay.