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At Night
by Domovoi

I looked at the moon tonight
It wasn't beautiful anymore
I lay on a picnic table in the park
Staring up at the sky
It didn't help me to think
I couldn't think
My head started hurting
And I couldn't breathe
When I left the park
I stumbled home
Ignoring the cars as I ambled
Across the busy streets
Though not entirely
I was hoping maybe one or two or ten
Would slam into my body
I didn't feel anything on the way home
And I discovered that I can't cry
It's hard to squeeze out
Even enough emotion
To write down the misery and pain
That I can't seem to feel
As I walked I tried to work things through
But I still feel as lost as ever
And I don't want to see her again
There's school tomorrow
Physical Education
A chance for her to avoid me
Or for me to avoid her
Which ever fate decides will happen
Sigh