i hate the nights where i feel so
hallow inside
i feel so damn 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.
- n i k a y
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Perfect Depression
PoetryThis is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds of their current situation. Who hide their fears, hurt, pain, and tears under their smiles and laughs all on a daily basis. The girls who wear their hea...
