Lonely night

Sitting under the lonely night looking at the stars ,talking to the moon, smiling with the wind. Feels like everything was real yet so fake while hiding my pain, my tears where the eco of my heart beat varnishes,  what have I done, what am I doing is this even worth, I asked myself many time yet no response were made , the same stars every night ,but the moon changes its shape and size and its colours what a lonely night