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The light of the moon shines through my window,

But it doesn't light me up like other nights.

I try to close my eyes but it won't let me sleep,

It reminds my mind that my thoughts do not leave.

I wait for the time when my mind skips a beat,

I wait for that second I can fall asleep.

I used to fight it and give all my energy to it,

I used to deny the power it had over me.

The pain only worsened, the thoughts only grew,

Until one day I realized I can't fight with the moon.

Some nights we dance and we laugh and we cry,

Some nights it's like a dream that I wish would come soon.

Tonight is a night where sleep will not come,

Where I have accepted that the moon has won.

The pain rushes from my head to my heart,

Like a knife, piercing through my spine.

The moon is not evil, it means no harm.

It does not hate me.

It lights up the dark.

But tonight I do not sleep,

Because of the moonlight through my window.