Random Poems

I Hate It All

I hate the nights where I feel so

hallow inside.

I feel so empty and out of

place.

I hate the nights where my mind

wanders to the unknown,

and all I return with is sadness.

I hate counting the tears that rush

down my cheeks and collect

upon my pillow.

I hate that the only thing I have at

night to comfort me is

my loneliness,

and the only thing I feel

surrounding me is

darkness.

I hate it all.