Getting help.

Crying every night,
for no particular reason.
Suddenly becoming sad,
and not knowing why.
Acting happy to be here,
but really wishing I could get out of here.
Telling you I am alright,
when I want to break down and cry.
Sitting in my room alone,
when you think I am sleeping,
when I am really writing poetry and crying myself to sleep.
Wanting to go to sleep,
but really am scared, not knowing what I will dream.
When depression takes over my life,
I need to get help, and I am.