What Do U Call A Tired Sleep Cant Fix

Poems

I hate the nights I feel so
Hollow inside
I feel so damn empty and out of
Place
I hate the nights were my mind
Wonders to the unknown
And returns with sadness
I hate counting the tears that run down my cheeks
And  collect on my pillow
I hate that the only thing I have to comfort me is my
Loneliness 
And the only thing surrounding me is
My darkness
          
   I hate it all                                                
-s.b