Sleepless Night.

I start to feel happy,
then saddness comes back.
Depression's never lost.
That's a fact.

It's always there,
in the back of my mind.
So when I'm all alone,
it's not so kind.

It torments me,
every single night.
I lie peacefully in my bed,
but my mind's in a neverending fight.

I try to overcome these feelings,
by using alcohol and drugs.
But it never really helps,
it just makes me want to cut.

I cut to release the pain inside.
It spills out red blood.
The pain all goes away,
as the cuts release a flood.

I mop up the spilt feelings,
with a rag I find on the floor.
The rag turns red,
as bright red as the earth's hot core.

Then the night is through.
Blood has been shed.
The pain then returns,
as I settle into this dark bed.

I deal with the sleepless night,
then go to school later on.
No one knows what happened last night.
The story's a bit too long.