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