Remember you're allowed to cry, you're allowed to beat your fist in the air and scream, but don't just yet surrender your loneliness. It will get better, like when wine ages. The whole world doesn't give a damn about your wounds or when you bleed every time an angel has fallen, they just drink it up to no longer feel. They leech on your energy. The next midnight when the full moon rises, don't be surprised if the only one you see is yourself. It's okay to hide from the world you've come to know, for a while. Maybe a few whiles.