beautiful moon

the moon was big and bright. reminded me of the time i laid by the beach. accompanied by friends who didnt care less of the tears that fell from my eyes. all they wanted was to wipe them away. they sang a thousand love songs. they spoke different experiences. all to put a smile on my face once more. being put on the spot again was annoying. i wanted to run. to scream. "get the fuck away from me", "shut the fuck up". wasnt it enough? didnt it hurt enough? its always you who trigger things. you made things worse. you. you and your feelings. you and your sacrifices. and when you thought you're right, you're caught in dismay again. its never enough, isnt it? and smeared with blood, my name. i have no clue of the intentions. i dont care either.