I hate the evening hours
Laying alone in bed
Nothing to distract me
But the thoughts inside my head
Their voices pound inside my brain
Reminding me of what I said
Telling me I should be dead
The moonlit hours I stay awake
Can hurt in different ways
Telling me that I should go
Or reminding me that I'm alone
I have no one to help me stand
When things get tough or hold my hand
All through this I think of you
And all the things that we could do
Maybe the night would be fine
If only you knew
That I love you
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the well
PoetryThese are all little poems that I have written and would like you to read. These poems are feelings pulled up from the bottom of my heart. Some of them anyways.
