My Dark Poetry

Nights like these

I hate nights that turn out like this,

The nights when,

I realize that I am,

Completely alone in this world,

And no one wants to save me,

From myself.

My mind screams at me,

To let go,

But for some reason,

I can't bring myself to do it,

Second guessing myself,

On my choices.

So instead of pulling the trigger,

I sit down,

And begin to cry,

Hating myself for not being strong enough,

To let go,

Of the life that has been nothing but terrible.

Nights like these,

Are the worst,

And the worst part is,

This is mostly every night,

Of my terrible miserable life.