Moon Sitting

I sit quietly

While sitting on the moon

Yellow stars float by

It reminds me of the lie

I never want to go back

I'd rather die

Most of the time I wear black

The leather rubs my skin

Things make me realise I'm not real

Everyone's back on earth

I'm suck up here, no where to be seen

Calling and calling thinking please hear me

Years after years will I stay?