The black darkness of night depresses me.
In other ways it feels like a wave of relaxation but it is falling and crushing me to death.
Im suffocating in the black sea and yet im breathing just fine like it is full of deep air.
It mends yet breaks my paper heart.
I can not see the sorrow that is seeping from my soul but I can feel it more than ever.
All because of the night.
Where no light comes in and rescues me from my true feelings of torture.
Before the light comes for morning, before I must hide away my suffering so that I do not burden others with the dark aura of myself,
those few hours before,
I dread.
I shed pitiful tears and feel my body going numb at the thought of what lies ahead and I die a little more inside.
Then as the day ends, it starts again.