Depression at Night

I felt fine today, I was happy. I smiled and laughed, I hid behind my mask. It felt good to pretend, to pretend I was normal. But every night, I realize its wrong.
The moon, I love it. It brings out the worst in me, it makes me feel so empty. Though, it comforts me. The darkness is so bittersweet. It keeps me warm as it suffocates me.
Depression haunts me when the darkness echos through me. Urges me, taunts me. It tortures me ever so slowly, this darkness making me feel so lonely.
Cant see anything and the silence leaves me my thoughts. My thoughts are my own worst enemy, mocking me. Dont disturb me like this, or ill be cruel. So angry, but not at you. At me, for being a fuck up my whole life.