The moon.

I'm so happy, you can see it in my face.
I'm never lonely, I've filled in every space.
The sun is shining, I'm breathing,
I see everybody smiling, and All the pain is leaving.

What has changed? The sun's gone.
My mind's embraced, the midnight moon stands like a stone.
I look at the glim, that comes from the sky,
I smile, It's like a dream, if I'd have to, this is where I'd want to die.

Now even the Moon is in eclipse, and I lie in the darkness.
I'm not happy anymore, I don't feel a thing.
Does this mean that my words about death,
Will come true, when all I want now, is this one last breath,
That for some unknown reason - I can't take.

I'm dying and I'm trying to remember the time,
When I was surviving just fine.
And the only thing that comes to my mind,
Is the happiness I once had, but now I can't find.

i felt the same exact way before, when I could think of all the things that would complete me and I felt that one day i would have them but couldn't sacrifice any more time from my life to wait for these oppurtunities to arise, its just a reminder to be strong and patient, good things are coming for those who truly believe in them.