For All The Young People,, Poetry

"i hate it all" - s.b

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.