You are like the moon. You have a bright side and a dark side. I like to stay on the bright side, but I wander off to the other side by mistake occasionally. I always come back wounded. Those wounds don’t heal anymore.
I don’t think I can stay on this planet, it is not habitable. There is very little gravity and no oxygen. The air I brought with me is almost finished so I will disappear into the void. This doesn’t seem like a good place to die, this planet.