To Anyone Who Has Been Hurt

I see you peeking your florescent eyes around the dark corner As I sit here and think you are watching me through my open window that You shattered. I've been hoping and praying and wishing on wimbs that You can come and fix it; It gets offly cold at night. I catch myself daydreaming about Your incandescent glow, it comforts me Strangely. Can you tell that I am hurting, in need of Sun? You're a constant reminder of why I Hate Night but for some reason I find myself thinking about You when I am not and even when I don't want to. It gets harder and harder but I am counting down the moments until You will not illuminate the night sky outside of my bedroom window.