Night Thinking

Another white towel stained red,
From the pain that I bled.
Another sleepless night,
Or dreams filled with fright.
As the night drags on,
I plead for dawn.
Though the days bring distress,
It's better than the nights I repress.
I wish I could fade away,
And never see another day.
I need the pain from my knife,
To help me cope with this life.
As I Lay here in bed,
I think I might lose me head.
I miss being on cloud Nine,
When everything was going fine.
I don't know what occurred,
But now everything is blurred.
When in the dark I always cry,
My eyes are rarely dry.
I am finally done,
Please hand me the gun.