Will You Save Me?

When will the moon look down upon me and take me away from the pain that has been slashed into my own being? Eyes stare into me, and beg for my absence. Would you miss me if I turned to ash? Would you cry when you saw my soul leave my glassy eyes? Or would you mock me, even in my afterlife?  Moon, when will you save me? Dawn only brings painful reality and scaring memories. Take me away, so that I may be free of this torture, so that I may be happy once again.