Not Sure?

As the night grows weary I lay here next to a dying fire. Staring up at the bright nowhere stars. Wishing that the bright full moon would finally talk back. Luna, as I call her, she never seems to want to talk, but she is my only friend. I was left alone at an early age. I was the kid that no one wanted to talk to or be around. I say on the playground equipment all alone and sad. Left alone to dwell on my thoughts and dreams. My heart was broken by a girl who never even said hello to me. My emotions see to eventually just disappear and I became a monster inside. The only emotion I have left is anger. It is what fuels me. The only thing that keeps me going. My own family didn’t even want me. I’m only 15 and they disowned me like I was a piece of trash. So I embrace a life loneliness and solitude in this old forest. The mountains are high and the trees are larger than anyone could ever imagine. The trees seem to speak to each other. Creaking and moaning though out the day and night.