The fragile bones.

O moon, ye rise and I howl like the animal I am. Yet, it isn't because of your power or my nature. No, my cry is in pain, as I deteriorate internally. I want to break my shell to prove, that it'll break before I do. Unfortunate truth, it would break, and without its use or ability to be used, I would decide to break. I do not wish to be confined to aiding its relief in medicines and I don't wish to opt for surgery. I wish I could be quiet about something that can't kill me, but its the pain sometimes that reminds me I'm alive and working for it.