Sometimes I'll be fine all day, and then as soon as I turn off the light and get into bed, I'll just start crying. Usually during the day when I'm at school, if I feel like I want to cry, I push it down. Then later, when I'm alone, I can't hold it in anymore. I don't know. I was reading some stuff I wrote in an old journal a while a go and it inspired me to write a poem. I wrote, "I'm scared of the monsters that slither through my mind, devouring happiness and corrupting my thoughts with darkness and blood." I suppose the monsters and demons are a metaphor for depression. I've dealt with that a lot. I've had it on and off since the 4th grade. I guess I was bullied a lot in elementary school. Not beat up- made fun of and purposefully excluded. I never really felt like I fit in. I was always "that weird kid who read during recess." But I suppose I'm going on a tangent. Anyways, this poem has a very personal meaning for me, so please don't criticize it. I think it turned out pretty good, and sorry if it's depressing, but this subject matter isn't exactly happy. If you are happy, I congratulate you, and if you are sad or depressed, I am sorry. I know how you fee, if that makes you feel better. And I'm sure there's someone who loves you and cares about you, even if it doesn't seem like it right now. So if right now you feel depressed and no one knows, tell someone who cares about you. Not telling someone is worse. Trust me, I know.