The Cursed Black Night

I dont like night time, the cursed dark night.
The time in which I seem to sometimes cover myself with a dark blanket,
that I cant escape from underneath no matter how hard I try.
This time when I become a toy to my mind,
a toy that is easily broken and not so easily mended,
a toy that cant walk away from the torture but just sit there and take it.
Someday I will learn how to get out from underneath this dark blanket,
hopefully with the help of a special one,
but till then I have to sit and take what it throws at me,
the cursed black night.