Lonely at Night
The sun’s going down in a few hours.
I love the night and I love the moon.
But my depression is always at it’s worst during the night.
I’ll often go swimming in the moonlight.
Walk to a park
Or look out my bedroom window and write poetry
All to desperately mask the sadness and feelings of isolation
I wonder perhaps if I became goth; all because I was tired of being alone in the dark
So I became the dark
I love the night and I love the moon.
But my depression is always at it’s worst during the night.
I’ll often go swimming in the moonlight.
Walk to a park
Or look out my bedroom window and write poetry
All to desperately mask the sadness and feelings of isolation
I wonder perhaps if I became goth; all because I was tired of being alone in the dark
So I became the dark