Paintbrush

Late at night, when she can't sleep,
That's when depression will begin to creep.
So to combat, she starts to get artistic,
Painting away seems so simplistic.
Her paintbrush swirls red across the canvas,
Feeling relief from all her mind madness.
The paint soon starts to drip from the page,
Showing how she's escaping from her cage.
Not all artists are the Van Gogh kind,
But paint alone at night is what you'll find.